Andrés de Fonollosa aka Berlin is known to be well... a psychopath and a narcissist. But what actually caused this man's hatred and hanger you will see...
Fun fact: the title of the story was inspired by the song Paralyzed by NF
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After leaving the museum, Andrés hurried back to his hideout to dispose of his janitor uniform. He showered, styled his hair, and even shaved, despite not having any facial hair. Then he donned a pair of glasses, put on the stolen watch from Franco, and changed into a crisp white shirt and casual pants. He placed the jewelry into a box, slipped it into his backpack, and left.
As he walked by the museum, he paused at the corner of the street to take a look at the scene. Several police cars surrounded the entrance, and he spotted Franco emerging, visibly panicked. Andrés tried to suppress a laugh but quickly stopped when Franco noticed him. Just as he was about to leave, he saw Franco crossing the street toward him. It was too late to escape; he had to face his boss.
"Sergio? Is that you?" Franco called out.
"Oh, hi, Mr. Castro," Andrés replied, feigning innocence.
"Where did you go yesterday? I couldn't find you after the power failure. And guess what? The jewelry was stolen! Can you believe it?!"
"It's very hard to believe... sir," Andrés said, trying to sound sincere.
"And especially since I hired the best security crew to prevent something like this from happening, and..." Franco suddenly halted, studying Andrés with narrowed eyes. "Unless there was someone working with the robbers. Maybe one of their guys was undercover... Sergio... you wouldn't know anything about a heist, would you? And if you did, you'd have been a good boy and told me, right?"
"Of course not, sir..." Andrés replied, struggling to maintain his composure.
"Okay, so if you didn't know anything about the heist, could you explain why you're wearing my watch and why I didn't see you after the jewelry was stolen?" Franco's eyes bore into Andrés, filled with suspicion.
At that moment, Andrés realized Franco was onto him. Without thinking, he turned and bolted.
"Police! There's a thief on the run!" Franco yelled.
Andrés had a head start, but the police were close behind. He glanced over his shoulder and saw two policemen with a German shepherd sprinting after him. A police car screeched to a stop in front of him. Thinking quickly, Andrés changed direction and darted into a narrow alley.
"Stop! Police!" one of the officers shouted.
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But Andrés didn't stop; instead, he accelerated, glancing behind him just in time to crash into a garbage bin. He fell hard to the ground. As he scrambled to get back on his feet, the German shepherd lunged at him, biting his forearm. Andrés screamed and instinctively punched the dog in the neck. The dog released its grip on his arm but quickly clamped down on his ankle. In a desperate move, Andrés kicked the dog in the face and took off running again.
Navigating through the labyrinth of alleys, he suddenly found himself at a dead end. Panic set in as he frantically searched for an escape route. His eyes landed on some stacked boxes. He considered climbing them, but the pain in his ankle made him hesitant. Just then, he heard a policeman shouting behind him. With no other choice, he decided to go up.
