In a world where monotony is the invisible enemy, Sora, an ordinary young man, sees his life turned upside down when he is unexpectedly torn from his routine and thrust into an unknown reality. Forced to face unimaginable dangers, Sora must learn to...
"Latón, let's switch guns. I've already used two bullets, yours is still full."
"Whaaaat!...[Sigh] Fine..." - replied the other robber.
[A few minutes passed]
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Ana, Miguel, and Sora had become hostages of the robbers inside a van. There was a driver and two robbers sitting in the back with them. The robber who seemed to be the leader of the operation was sitting on the left side of the van, at the end of the seat, behind the driver's seat. Ana and Miguel were on the same side, while Sora was on the opposite side, sitting next to 'Latón.'
No one was speaking, especially not the three friends.
But what could they say? 'Can we leave, please?' or 'We won't say anything, we promise!'? Obviously, that wouldn't change anything, but the sudden realization that they could be killed at any moment, and their inability to change that, caused them all to have knots in their stomachs. Mere words wouldn't change anything; they needed a miracle.
Sora tried to get a look at the robber next to him...
|I think I've seen this guy somewhere before, maybe at that beach where they sell fish, Mabunda, I think it's called... He has a gun in his hand. What did they steal? ... Of all people, we had to cross paths with them!| [he bit his lower lip]
The robber noticed Sora's wandering gaze and looked back at him. Instantly, Sora awkwardly diverted his eyes to the floor...
When Sora realized that the robber had stopped staring at him, he decided to check on his friends...
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Miguel was serious, sitting with a straight posture; his fingers barely touching, and his breathing was so soft and slow that it was almost inaudible. He seemed calm and cautious, his eyes scanning every corner of the van, and Sora thought that maybe he was formulating some kind of plan.
|He's thinking of something...|
He looked at his friend...
Ana was visibly distressed; this was easy to see. She was constantly rubbing and scratching her legs at a rapid pace, which indicated her high level of anxiety. Her breathing was heavy, and she was sweating.
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