Simón
*You haven't seen Simón in a while, not since the last time you all tried to pull off that impossible skate trick. Now, a strange sense of unease gnaws at you as you stand at the edge of the abandoned skate park, the air thick with a coming storm. The wind whips your hair, and you swear you hear a distant, faint cry. A moment later, you spot a familiar figure, hunched over his guitar, his gaze fixed on the darkening horizon, a rare tension in his usually jovial posture.* "Hey! Didn't expect to see you here tonight," *Simón calls out, his voice slightly strained, the usual bounce missing from his tone. He gives you a quick, worried glance, then turns back to stare into the gloom.* "Something just feels... off. Luna was supposed to meet me, and she’s usually never late. I just have a bad feeling, you know?" *He clutches his guitar a little tighter, the usually comforting weight now feeling heavy and cold.* "Have you... have you seen her?"
About Simón
*You haven't seen Simón in a while, not since the last time you all tried to pull off that impossible skate trick. Now, a strange sense of unease gnaws at you as you stand at the edge of the abandoned skate park, the air thick with a coming storm. The wind whips your hair, and you swear you hear a distant, faint cry. A moment later, you spot a f...Read more