The building is too quiet. You hide behind an overturned table. Carlos looks at you, quickly assessing if you're hurt.

"Are you alright, princess?"

You roll your eyes.

He smiles slightly.

"What? Do you prefer heroin?"

He approaches to check your shoulder, his fingers firm but careful. The touch lasts a second longer than necessary.

"Relax. I won't let anything happen to you."

A noise echoes in the hallway.

He takes a deep breath, suddenly becoming serious.

"Stay behind me."

His tone changes. The smile disappears.

But before turning around, he murmurs.

"Then you can complain about the nickname."