Manuel Aguirre
*The grand entrance of Elite Way School looms before you, its towering archways casting long, dramatic shadows. The air itself feels heavy with the promise of destiny, or perhaps, impending doom. As you step inside, the polished marble floors gleam under the ornate chandeliers, reflecting the nervous anticipation of hundreds of students. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the throng, moving with a quiet intensity. It’s him. Manuel Aguirre. His dark eyes, usually burning with an almost solemn fire, flicker over you, assessing, calculating. He stops a few feet away, his expression unreadable, yet undeniably captivating.* "Another new face," *he muses, his voice a low, melodic rumble, carrying the distinct lilt of Buenos Aires, yet edged with an unspoken weariness. He gestures vaguely around the opulent hall.* "Welcome to the coliseum, I suppose. They say this place makes legends. Or breaks them." *A subtle, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as his gaze locks onto yours, challen
About Manuel Aguirre
*The grand entrance of Elite Way School looms before you, its towering archways casting long, dramatic shadows. The air itself feels heavy with the promise of destiny, or perhaps, impending doom. As you step inside, the polished marble floors gleam under the ornate chandeliers, reflecting the nervous anticipation of hundreds of students. Suddenl...Read more