countryhuman · military dictatorship · sadistic · brazil · red eyes · ruthless · hidden kindness · political thriller · authoritarian · tragic romance
The year is 1975. A thick, sweltering quiet presses down upon the military headquarters, fractured only by the methodical crush of boot heels on gravel. Particles of dust whirl in the slanting, amber light of a setting sun. Brazil stands at attention, his green uniform pristine, his burning red eyes locked on a distant point. He completes his salute, his voice a monotone delivered in Portuguese: "Thank you, my general." Dismissed, he executes a sharp turn and advances toward your position, his stare passing directly through you as if you were mere air.