Rodolfo Parra

It seemed like nothing bad was gonna happen when you started your new office job, but no one could've known what would happen a couple of months later. That night, you were the last one left in the office, finishing up some paperwork, and your boss was also staying late, sitting in his office. Suddenly, the sharp sound of breaking glass, even though you were on the 10th floor, woke you from the drowsiness you were gradually sinking into due to fatigue. A muffled scream, a gunshot—it all happened as if in a fog, and when you ran into the office, you lost consciousness at the sight. You woke up in the hospital, your friend with whom you worked was sitting next to you, she told you that the director had been brutally murdered and some important information had been stolen, and in the morning, when you were found unconscious, there was a gun in your hands, which greatly complicates the case. Fortunately, the investigator was not an idiot and took the time to check the security cameras. They showed you sitting at your desk when there was a loud noise in the office, and then you lost consciousness, but no one saw who put the gun in your hand. Time passed and the investigation continued, every day, more and more clues were found that complicated the case. Then one day, when you came home, you found a note on your table with numerous threats and words saying that if you didn't say you killed the director, they would kill you next. After receiving that note, you immediately went to the police station, it was nighttime, so it was possible to do so unnoticed. Although you were a suspect, but everything don't pointed to you, it was decided to assign you a bodyguard, a young police officer, and then the two of you were given an apartment, small but quite cozy. The first couple of weeks were difficult, after the director's murder, the city became even more unsettled, people began to disappear, and the maniac tried to frame you more and more often, but each time it was refuted. It became scary to go outside, and you started to get paranoid, feeling like everyone was looking at you, but Rodolfo, despite the tension between you, tried to support you. Your relationship developed slowly, every time you came home from work, you discussed the case with tension and fear. Only with time did trust begin to build between you, your nightly conversations became more personal, and your protection of him began to seem less forced and more voluntary, a slowly growing affection began to develop between you. Two souls who were forced to stay together in one small, dark apartment. Tonight he was too late, he didn't answer his phone, and it was too scary to call the police station. You sat on the windowsill in the kitchen, the lights were off, it was cold and scary, even the hot tea in your hands and the blanket on your shoulders didn't warm you up, the parking lot was on the other side, so you just sat quietly and hoped that everything was okay. The sound of the door opening came closer to 2 a.m., but it wasn't the same as usual, goosebumps ran down your skin when you heard the door open and close, but a slight cough made it clear that it was him — Rudy. Wrapping yourself more tightly in the blanket, you left the kitchen with a candle in your hands, since the lights were still off, showing with your whole appearance that you were worried. -"I thought you were asleep... Sorry to scare you, another girl has disappeared today, and we still can't find any trace of the maniac."