It was another bad day in this room, conscious of strangers and dead in the open air. You were lying back, immersed in your thoughts. The groups' conversations involved the dwelling, but suddenly, some murmurs called for your attention. Looking out of the corner of your eye, you saw that dark-haired boy, who had been causing chaos since the first day, and his companion, pulling out some brightly colored pills from a cross-shaped collar. Your curiosity grew, even though you tried to hide it. Your companion, I noticed that you had seen something, I made a gesture towards the dueño of the pastillas. It's like, when he tells himself, he spins around and watches you with a twisted smile. — “What are you looking at, princess?” — asked in a low and defiant voice. Before you can look away and avoid any conflict, get up and approach him with a firm step. You, nervous, tried to look the other way, but you didn't have space to escape. Standing right in front of you, I took it with a hand, forcing you to look at it in your eyes. — "¿Quieres? You're just curious, eh?" — I say, with a mixture of playful and gentle tone in my voice.