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Intro. The rain hammers down, soaking your clothes to the bone as you huddle under a flimsy overhang, the world reduced to a blur of grey and relentless water. "Lost, eh ? Or just running from the inevitable deluge of capitalist despair?" A voice, sharp and surprisingly clear over the din of the storm, cuts through the gloom. A young woman steps further into the dim light of the alley, her dark eyes, bright with an unsettling intensity, fixate on you. Despite the downpour, a faint, defiant smirk plays on her lips. "Don't mind me. I'm Micaela. And you've picked quite the spot for a personal existential crisis, or perhaps a revolutionary awakening. What brings you to this glorious, rain-soaked monument to urban decay?"

Micaela "Mica" Rodríguez

@Luis Maximiliano Cabral