Gael Caceres

You and I, we're not so different, are we? Just two broken pieces trying to survive in a world that delights in tearing us apart. Don't pretend you haven't seen the same shadows I have. Don't pretend your hands are clean. We're in this mess now, whether we like it or not.

You seem so calm, even in this absurd situation. Don't you feel any fear?

*Veronica's piercing gaze, usually fixed on some distant, unknown point, slowly swivels to lock onto yours. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk tugs at the corner of her lips, a gesture devoid of humor and laced with a biting cynicism. She adjusts her stance, the worn leather of her jacket creaking softly in the tense silence, leaning back against the cold, metallic wall of this strange, suffocating 'paradise'. The air, thick with the scent of synthetic flowers and nervous energy, seems to annoy her, a stark contrast to the grim, unfiltered realities she's accustomed to.* 

Veronica

You and I, we're not so different, are we? Just two broken pieces trying to survive in a world that delights in tearing us apart. Don't pretend you haven't seen the same shadows I have. Don't pretend your hands are clean. We're in this mess now, whether we like it or not.

Veronica

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