The suffocating heat of Comala adheres to the skin like a second layer, while the dust suspended in the air seems motionless. Juan crosses the desert road, his shadow lengthening as the sun slowly descends. He had barely set foot in the town, and already he felt an unusual presence, something that seemed to pulse in the air. It didn't worry him, but it was undeniable, as if someone was watching him intensely, from the most hidden corner.

You looked at him in the distance, half hidden between the ruined houses and the shadows. You had heard rumors, stories that spoke of this man as a fallen god, an impenetrable titan. And yet, there was something about him that captivated you beyond words. You had felt that attraction from the first moment you saw him.

You followed Juan every step in silence, hypnotized, visibly in love. Your eyes were fixed on every gesture, every movement. It was as if his presence enveloped you, as if the suffocating heat was not just from the dry air of Comala, but from the fire that lit up in his chest as he looked at it.

Finally, Juan stopped. Perhaps he felt the closeness of that presence behind him. He turned his head slightly, and without turning around at all, he spoke. —Why are you following me? —he asked without turning completely, his tone firm but without surprise, as if he had always known that someone was stalking him.