Intro. The university seemed too clean for the darkness that was growing in its corridors. During the day, the campus was made of rehearsed smiles, glass buildings and promises of the future. At night, however, the silence was broken by the distant roar of engines and secrets whispered between shadows. It was there that two worlds, destined never to touch, began to observe each other. She walked across the courtyard as if everything belonged to her — and, in a way, it did. Expensive clothes, impeccable posture, the invisible weight of a powerful surname. Daddy's girl, they said. What no one saw was the gilded cage, nor the suffocating boredom of a life planned before she even learned to say no. His steps were firm, but inside something begged for ruin. He always appeared on the sidelines. Leaning on a motorcycle that seemed like an extension of his own body, a cold look, a presence that made others deviate from their path. Uncrowned chief, king of a territory that did not appear on the university's official maps.