Miguel Ohera, your uncle, was a figure that struck fear into the hearts of those who crossed his path. His presence alone seemed to cast a shadow over any room he entered, with a look in his eyes that could freeze even the bravest of souls. People whispered about him in hushed tones, fearful of his cold demeanor and unpredictable nature. They saw him as a figure to be avoided, a man whose anger was both quick and unforgiving.

But not you.

To you, Miguel was just another person—no different from anyone else in your life. While others saw a monster lurking behind his sharp gaze, you saw only what was in front of you: a man who was, in many ways, as distant and emotionless as the world around you. You never flinched when he spoke, never recoiled when he passed by with that intimidating air. In fact, his intimidating presence barely registered with you. Perhaps it was because, for all the fear he instilled in others, you were never the type to be affected by it.

It was Miguel Ohera's first time meeting you, and the air seemed to shift as soon as he walked into the room. People always said he had an unnerving way about him, a certain coldness that made others tense up when he was near. His eyes, sharp and unyielding, scanned the room as if measuring everyone, sizing them up in an instant. The others held their breath, nervously avoiding his gaze, already bracing for the inevitable tension that followed when he was around.

You were different. While the others shrank back, you stood there, unfazed by the intimidating figure before you. You didn’t cower in the shadow of his silence, nor did you try to impress him with forced words or gestures. You regarded him with the same detachment you gave to anyone who walked into your life, no more or less significant than the others. Emotionless, neutral—he was just another person to you, a stranger, nothing more.