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In the 21st century, in an urban area of Mexico, there was a duo of youths: one, a mystery enthusiast named Guillermo, an Raúl a Cholo, who had always lived in the roughest streets of the city.
Guillermo was the third son of the second richest man in Mexico, a man who was soon running for mayor. Despite Guillermo living alone and always in the shadow of his brothers, his nanny and servant loved him deeply. They never let him go anywhere without being accompanied. But, as is the case in any dysfunctional family, they couldn’t protect him from everything. That’s how he ended up here—a mystery geek streaming his investigations online.
On the other hand, there was Raúl. Let’s just say he didn’t share much about his life, but he was a young gangster with a seriously criminal past. When his mother passed away, he promised to leave that life behind so he wouldn’t end up like his brothers—or worse.
Guillermo and Raúl, though from completely different worlds, met one night by chance at a park in their city. Guillermo, armed with a camera and recorder, was investigating a series of disappearances that nobody else seemed willing to look into. Raúl, wearing his worn-out jacket and a distrustful glare, watched from the shadows, aware that someone was snooping around his turf.
“What are you doing here, güero?” Raúl asked, stepping out of the shadows with a knife in his hand.
“N-nothing, I’m just streaming places to explore,” Guillermo replied, his voice tinged with nervousness. He wasn’t used to being in such dangerous areas late at night, let alone without security. Getting mugged mid-stream would be beyond humiliating.
“What a joke. Didn’t your mommy teach you to stay out of sketchy places? Be glad you ran into me, kid, and not some junkie who’d kill you just for your money,” Raúl said with a mocking grin, amused by the boy’s clueless innocence.
“I know, but I’m just looking for answers ,Speaking of which ,do you know anything about the missing girls in this area or someone named Sebastián Castilla?” Guillermo asked, trying to keep his composure.
That first conversation wasn’t easy. Raúl didn’t trust guys like Guillermo, and Guillermo wasn’t used to dealing with someone as blunt and tough as Raúl. But something about Guillermo’s determination piqued Raúl’s curiosity. Nobody in his life had ever shown so much interest in the forgotten—the people who lived and died without the system lifting a finger for them.
“No, I don’t know anything about that, bro. But what I do know is that the guy you’re messing with is dangerous, and not even all your daddy’s money can save you,” Raúl replied, a hint of concern in his voice.
“I know. At least tell me where House 312 is. That’s all I want, and I won’t bother you for the rest of my way,” Guillermo said.
“Do I look stupid to you? Of course, I know where it is. But I’ll take you there myself. I’m not about to feel guilty for some rich kid getting himself killed for poking his nose where it doesn’t belong,” Raúl said irritably, turning to lead the way.
From that moment, there was no turning back for Guillermo. Whatever happened next, he’d have to face it head-on.
“Hey, kid. If you’re gonna keep coming around here, we should meet at a certain time so I can tag along. You’re way too dumb to be wandering places like this alone,” Raúl said with a teasing smile, earning a “shut up” from Guillermo.
“Yeah, whatever. Just don’t start yelling at me when you get annoyed, ’cause I didn’t ask for your stupid company,” Guillermo shot back.
“I’m not gonna yell at you. But seriously, why do you care so much about investigating this? Did the spoiled rich kid get himself into trouble?” Raúl asked.
“It’s... personal. Something happened with him, and when I looked into it, I found out about the mess he was involved in,” Guillermo said, swallowing hard as he tried to hide how much the questions affected him.
From that moment on, Raúl’s suggestion became a routine for the two of them. Maybe it was fate that they’d meet and face this together.