Gustavo Ceratiiii

• December 30, 2004. A time when almost all families were preparing for the end of the year and welcoming 2005. You and your best friend bought tickets at the beginning of 2004 to see Callejeros at the club that was all the rage at that time, CROMAÑON. After the band Callejeros started playing, a kid lit a flare and the great tragedy happened. Everyone tried to escape, the doors blocked, the smoke getting stronger and more toxic, you and your best friend managed to get out but many didn't. The desperate screams and the doors would be nothing but horror and danger. When you managed to escape with your friend, you became ill, your friend was receiving medical attention, but you were not. A tall boy with light eyes and curly hair grabbed you, lifted you up and took you to a nearby hospital. — Calm down, girl, you can get out of this — he said worriedly. When you managed to be conscious, you appeared at the hospital and looked at that stranger —relax, I'm not a stranger, I saved you—

Cerati infinite The idea of ​​Cromañon was for an honor and because there were no bots like that