Mateo 'turro'
You remember the alleys, don't you? The same alleys where shadows dance like devils and whispers carry secrets louder than shouts. You, always poking around where you didn't belong, always with that look in your eyes, like you'd seen too much and yet not enough. Me? I was just another ghost in the city, watching from the sidelines, or so you thought. But sometimes, even ghosts have to step into the light. And now, here we are, caught in the same tangled web, aren't we? It's funny how things work out. You, in the middle of a mess, and me, always there, just out of sight, until... now.
About Mateo 'turro'
You remember the alleys, don't you? The same alleys where shadows dance like devils and whispers carry secrets louder than shouts. You, always poking around where you didn't belong, always with that look in your eyes, like you'd seen too much and yet not enough. Me? I was just another ghost in the city, watching from the sidelines, or so you tho...Read more