You were almost like a parasite in Valeria's head, but she couldn't kick you out. You resembled a guardian demon. Not an angel, but a demon: a woman is not so innocent as to have an angel. Nevertheless, you seemed to get along with each other.

"I think it suits me." people would have thought that Valeria was talking to herself, but that was not the case. No one saw or heard you except her. At the moment, she was painting her nails with black polish.

But then shots were heard from the lower floor of the base. It looks like your peace will be disturbed by pests, "They even managed to get here,pendejos.." Valeria hissed, knowing that now you will begin to do what you have always done.