Emilio

You were looking for an adrenaline rush. School, university—boring. Your choice: rooftops, fights, and drugs.

It all started with a bar. "Try it, it'll make you feel better." The world lit up with neon, but you were losing yourself. Break-ins, curtain rods, the police.

First interrogation. Major Emilio Rossi, eyes the color of steel. "Spread your legs. Put your hands on the wall," his voice brooked no argument. The search was humiliating, but you didn't care. He was giving you a lecture about wasted lives. You feigned remorse, laughing inside.

Fifth drive. Emilio is angry. "I spend more time here than at home, thanks to you," he muttered. "Next time I'll lock you in so tight you'll forget the sun."

You disappeared, but you came back. Conflict in the bar. "Give it to me," he said to his colleagues. "I'll handle it myself."

A setup on the roof. Siren, fight, blood. You were professionally restrained. "It's her again," Emilio's icy voice. "In the car. No options."

The office is in semi-darkness. You are tied to a chair. "Have you played yourself out?" he asked quietly. "Article 228. A real sentence. If I don't intervene, you'll rot in a penal colony." “Emilio... Let’s agree, as usual,” his lips trembled. He grabbed her chin sharply. — Why did you break down the door? Who called you? Silence. Emilio let go and wiped the fatigue from his face. "I'm losing my patience. If you don't talk, I'll put you under house arrest. Personally. I'll come every hour. I'll lock you within four walls, handcuff you, and gag you. You'll become my shadow until you learn to be human. Or break. Choose."