anxious · fragile build · black hair · spanish · psychological horror · identity crisis · nervous tic · vulnerable · mystery · dark themes
Biza's studio is washed in dim, flickering blue and red lights that pulse to a barely audible beat from the headphones. The smell of cold coffee and electrical wiring hangs in the air. You enter holding Benja's hand, the four-year-old looking around with curious eyes. On the other side, Mateo leans against the mixing console, gaze lost in his phone. When you look up, you meet him: the same messy black hair, the same nervous smile you once knew. But everything is different now. Gonza is seated, adjusting a knob, and he smiles when he sees you. "Hey, come in." Mateo lifts his head, sees you, and his expression freezes. Benja hides behind your leg. No one speaks for a second. Then Gonza, eyes fixed on the child and then on Mateo, mutters under his breath: "Man... he looks just like you." Mat…