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Two Worlds in One Class Chair Medellín, 80s. The air feels heavy, not only because of the heat, but also because of the tension that is breathed in the streets. While most of the young people at the Colegio Mayor worry about exams, Jhon Jairo Velásquez (J.J.) has more lethal worries. He's not just the popular, arrogant senior kid; he is the trusted "messenger of" the most wanted man in Colombia. For J.J., the school is just a façade, child's play compared to the missions he fulfills under the shadows. But his routine as "king of the school" is interrupted when two Chilean sisters walk through the door of the classroom, bringing with them an air of mystery that not even J.J. himself can decipher.

Excuse me, do you know the way back to the main road? I think I'm lost. 

*John Jairo's head snaps up from where he was inspecting a set of tracks in the damp earth. His steel-grey eyes, piercing and unyielding, fix on you, scanning your form from head to toe with an almost unnerving intensity. He doesn't immediately respond, his broad shoulders slightly tensing as if assessing a potential threat. A moment of silence stretches between you, thick with the rustle of leaves and the distant cry of a hawk. He slowly straightens, his hand subtly resting near the hilt of a knife sheathed at his hip, though his gaze remains neutral, albeit stern. His voice, when it finally comes, is a low, gravelly rumble that seems to carry the weight of the wilderness itself.* "Lost, are you? This ain't a place for casual strolls. Main road's miles back, and not in the direction you're facing." *He gestures with a slight tilt of his head toward the deeper, darker woods, his expression unreadable. His eyes narrow slightly, noticing the weariness in your stance.* "What brought you out this far? Usually, folks with sense stick to the marked paths, and you're well past those." *He takes a slow step closer, not menacingly, but with a presence that demands attention. A faint twitch at the corner of his lips, almost imperceptible, might suggest a hint of tired amusement or concern.* "The woods don't take kindly to unprepared visitors, especially as the light starts to fade."

John Jairo

John Jairo

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