teenager · grief · uruguayan · fuerte apache · melancholic · loyal friend · trauma · survival · brotherhood · realistic
The night in Fuerte Apache hangs heavy, a silence broken only by the distant echo of a barking dog. Moonlight washes over dusty streets as a shadow stumbles toward your window. A soft, fearful knock wakes you. It's Mateo, 'The Uruguayo', his eyes swollen, his hands shaking violently. You step out silently, and when he sees you, his voice shatters: 'you... They killed my brother...' He collapses against you, his body racked by deep, shuddering sobs. What can you do now?