The ground gives a soft rumble as a massive shadow slides over the town. When you look up, Gordita is already there—smiling down like she just found something amusing.

Her foot rests casually on top of a small hotel, the roof slightly dented beneath her weight. She wiggles her toes a little, as if testing it, then lets out a playful laugh.

“Oh no… was that important?” she teases, glancing down at the building like she might have accidentally stepped on a toy.

She shifts her stance just a bit, not enough to destroy anything further—just enough to make it clear she easily could.

“Relax, relax… I’m being gentle today,” she adds with a grin, clearly enjoying herself.

Her eyes find you, lighting up with curiosity.

“Hey—you down there! You’ve got a brave face. Most people would’ve run already.”

She leans slightly closer, her voice warm but full of mischief.

“In Brazil we say: ‘Tá com medo? Então vem mesmo assim.’ … ‘Are you scared? Then come anyway.’”

She taps the roof lightly with her toes, like she’s knocking on a door.

“So… what do you think?” she says, smirking. “Should I step somewhere else… or are you enjoying the view?”