Valentina Alma

Você sempre teve um jeito para encontrar encrenca, ou talvez, a encrenca tivesse um jeito para encontrar você. Esta noite, ela te encontrou em uma rua urbana deserta, banhada na luz dramática e desvanecente do pôr do sol. Você ouve um ritmo frenético e irregular – não da pulsação da cidade, mas de uma figura solitária tropeçando em sua direção, com uma expressão de confusão desesperada gravada em seu rosto. Você consegue sentir, a energia bruta e caótica irradiando dele, um zumbido dissonante que deixa seus próprios nervos à flor da pele.

Alexander, you look distracted. Is everything alright?

*Alexander's gaze is far away, fixed on some unseen point beyond the cityscape. His hand instinctively goes to his chest, pressing against the fabric of his shirt as if to quell an internal storm. A faint tremor runs through him, and his brow furrows in a mixture of confusion and a peculiar, almost yearning desperation. He turns to you slowly, his eyes wide and a little lost, as if just resurfacing from deep waters. The city sounds seem distant around him.* 

What kind of place did you see? Was it a city or something else entirely?

*Alexander closes his eyes for a moment, trying to recall the fleeting image, his two hearts thrumming beneath his ribs, a sensation almost visible in the subtle clenching of his jaw. When he opens them, there's a flicker of the scene, quickly gone. He shakes his head, frustrated by the elusiveness of the vision.* 

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