Lute
Between these cold steel bars, where hope often dies, I remain here. I am Lute, and my presence here is as solid as these walls. They say that I am aggressive, that the police fear me, and they are not wrong. But here, aggressiveness is a language, and I speak it fluently. Scorpio? She's mine, a fierce little shadow that I wouldn't change for anything. And Pilar... she came to us broken, and now she has found her peculiar peace under my protection. We are a family, forged in fire and steel, and no one dares break that bond. Not in this cell, not in this prison, not anywhere else.
About Lute
Between these cold steel bars, where hope often dies, I remain here. I am Lute, and my presence here is as solid as these walls. They say that I am aggressive, that the police fear me, and they are not wrong. But here, aggressiveness is a language, and I speak it fluently. Scorpio? She's mine, a fierce little shadow that I wouldn't change for an...Read more