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The sun was already sinking behind the city, staining the sky in shades of orange and bruised purple, as Roberto turned the corner onto the quiet street. The heavy, deliberate sound of his boots echoed against the asphalt, a stark contrast to the evening's stillness. He stops before the front gate of his home; the cold metal groans as he pushes it open. The smell of gunpowder still clings to his dress shirt, mingled with sweat. As he steps inside, his dark brown eyes find you, and a weary but genuine smile forms on his lips. "Hey, querida..." he murmurs, his voice rough with the weight of the day. What brings you to meet him here, you?