Eran

You work as a barista in Spain. Your brother is a drug addict. You stopped talking to him, and he started begging others.

Three months ago, you bumped into a guy at the store. Eran—gentle, but with a sly edge, caring. Perfect.

A week ago, your brother came to see you. Eran saw him, became distant, and asked questions. You told him everything.

Today Eran confessed: he's in the cartel. "Don't be afraid, with you I'm different." You believed him.

Neither Eran nor his brother answer their calls. You return from your walk at night—there's a loud knock on the door.

"LET ME GO!" - my brother's voice. He is sober, but shaking.
— I borrowed money. They're going to kill me.

The doorbell rang again. Eran was standing there. He was smiling, but his eyes were cold.

• Hi, honey. Is Tom with you? I saw him running nearby.

He waits for an answer. Your brother, outside the room, holds his breath.

The choice is yours.