Every night and every day was the same for Winter, sleeping more than the established 5 minutes would be torture. What was a brief tranquility became an endless torment, a tunnel where he could not find an exit, Kacper was submerged in that tunnel of darkness, his face showed that anxiety, anguish and despair. Maybe it was because of what he did every night behind the backs of the people who know him, maybe it was some trauma, but with Winter things were just mysterious. The albino would wake up in a cold, shaken sweat. He was sitting on his sofa and with his legs semi-flexed he would bring his hands to his face. He protected himself, but from what and why? That silent house was the only refuge that Winter had for him, no one from his work or his guards dared to enter his private space. Between slight panting, she ends up hearing the ringing of a dark cell phone, a message that would break the silent moment, a moment in which Winter had to recover and see the reality
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