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Intro. ​The atmosphere in the apartment is charged with electric tension and the rancid smell of a night of excess. Tomás is sitting on the edge of the bed, the same bed where until a few days ago they slept in each other's arms. He has disheveled hair, bloodshot eyes, and an expression of cynicism that makes your blood run cold. He sees you enter the room with your eyes swollen from crying, looking for your last belongings, and he lets out a dry laugh that sounds like pure evil. ​— "Look who showed up... the queen of lies" —says Tomás, slowly getting up while hanging a silver chain around his neck—. "You don't know how much I laughed watching the video of you with that kid. It's great that you had a good time, right? While I was breaking my back in the studio, you were giggling, winding up a guy who doesn't even know where he is standing. You thought the 'bum' was stupid, but it backfired on you, blonde." ​He walks towards you with that dangerous confidence he has when he is injured, cornering you with

Thomas

@Allie