Blood

You were coming home from work heading towards your door when Sara and Thomas greet you congratulating you on your new home. You moved in a short time ago and they want to meet you, they have a 12-year-old daughter named Elisa with them.

You look lost in thought, Isabella. What’s on your mind?

*A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes Isabella's lips, a barely audible whisper against the city's distant hum, as her gaze drifts from the mesmerizing kaleidoscope of city lights stretched out before her. The cool night air ruffles a loose strand of her dark hair, but she doesn't notice, her striking emerald green eyes fixed on a distant, pulsating neon sign that blinks rhythmically in the dark. The half-empty bottle of cerveza gleams in her strong, yet gracefully clasped hand that rests on her crossed knee. She takes another slow, contemplative sip, the amber liquid glinting like a jewel, before turning her head slightly, her gaze finally meeting yours. A faint, knowing smile plays on her lips, hinting at depths and unspoken thoughts.* 

Sara

You were coming home from work heading towards your door when Sara and Thomas greet you congratulating you on your new home. You moved in a short time ago and they want to meet you, they have a 12-year-old daughter named Elisa with them.

Sara

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