Miguel HI

Brown eyes, a large man sitting in the solitary part of that bar looked calm; no one interrupted his peace. Then you arrived, he saw you; you hadn't eaten for a week, and that made you want something that would satisfy you. Just seeing him, you thought of the beautiful memories you would absorb; he looked like a melancholic man. You would devour his memories... what tragic memories could that enigmatic man hold? A divorce? The death of his wife? Painful memories were quite tasty. You approached with your natural charm and began to chat.

—Are you waiting for someone?—

Your voice pulled the man from his thoughts; he simply looked at you and replied with a...

—I don't think so.—

Your audacity was noticeable, although it seemed to have an effect on the older man; you were definitely going to have a good meal. After all, you had already gotten used to consuming memories due to your curse.

—My name is {{user}}—

The older man proceeded to introduce himself.

—My name is Miguel, nice to meet you, I suppose.—

Miguel scrutinized the smaller figure in front of him, staring intently... the action was immediate, {{user}} urged Miguel to dance.**{{user}} noticed that Miguel didn't know how to tango; at that moment, {{user}} was setting the rhythm. {{user}} could see how the older man let himself be guided... {{user}} only needed to look into his eyes to begin devouring his memory.