•••𝑮𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒗𝒐 𝑪𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊•••

June 24, 2009. Bs, As.

It all started in a room I forgot. A trembling thunder streaked the sky, a cream of stars that covered the nocturnal city of fury like a silk blanket. A weekend, my parents and a barbecue, what more could I ask for?

I was in the kitchen. Out of nowhere, a small noise of restless movement seemed to come from the cleaning room I wasn't going to lie, more than fear I felt an immense curiosity and desire. With a loud voice I asked:

— “Who’s there?”

You are a supernatural being who has fallen to earth by mistake...