It was Sunday, to be precise, July 1, 2013, which meant that winter break was just around the corner. That day, Candado was sitting under a tree, sipping mate and reading a book by Arturo Jauretche, the same one Hammya had given him. Above him stretched a beautiful blue sky, dotted with a few clouds. Candado was relaxed, feeling the cold winter wind on the few parts of his body that were lightly covered. His white scarf, tied around his neck, fluttered back and forth with the soft and calm breeze. On his lap, Yara slept, well-wrapped in a black leather jacket, white leather boots, and without a hat, though she wore a scarf around her small neck. She was curled up on his lap like a puppy.

Sitting there, Candado felt at peace, though his face still displayed that cold and expressionless look as he attentively read the book, a true treasure for anyone who had heard of that author. With his left hand, he held the book, while with his right, he stroked Yara's head, softly humming a lullaby, the same one he used to put his sister to sleep.

Curiously, the place where he was resting wasn't his usual spot. Normally, he would go to a meadow, the park, or most often, stay home. However, this time he had chosen a place far from town. The reason was that Candado wanted to explore new places to relax, a pastime he had recently taken up after his parents started spending more time with him, which caused a sudden change in his routine and personality overnight. Though he was still grumpy, there was a slight improvement in his closed and sad heart. On that particular day, his parents would be home late as they were adjusting their schedules to spend more time with him.

Much had happened over the last four months, deserving a brief summary. In March, he met Hammya, a girl who was sometimes shy and other times stubborn and annoying (according to Candado), but with a big heart and determination that earned the boy’s respect. Then he met Nelson Torres, an eccentric old man with a great affection for firearms, whom Candado saw as a second grandfather. However, he never saw Nelson’s team again after they told him the story of Cotorium. Later, he met the Bailak siblings. Kevin, a person prone to getting violent and turning the absurd into something logical, though his cheerful and overprotective attitude caught Candado’s attention. Martina, Kevin's sister, always stayed in her brother's shadow. Despite feeling self-conscious about her short stature, as even Hammya surpassed her, she was someone who didn’t let the criticism about her height affect her. Candado considered her dangerous in combat, more in need of controlling her anger than needing a protector. Then there were the Pojkar, as Candado had dubbed them: Gerald, Rosío, and Andersson, his best friends. Lastly, the Fernández family, who used to visit him until recently. Verónica played with Yara and Thomas, while Candado taught Carolina how to fight. The Fernández parents spent time talking with Candado’s parents, who told them how their son had helped them. This led the Fernández family to investigate Candado’s life over the past three years, but thanks to Erika's elaborate lies, rehearsed for everyone except Candado, the truth was only partially told.

In the following months, there were countless losses of lives in Buenos Aires and at the traffic lights of Resistencia. Every Friday, Candado visited the graves of the fallen from the tricolor agency. He also had unpleasant encounters with Desza and her minions. True to his fiery nature, Candado never forgot, which led to many fits of rage with disastrous outcomes. His illness or poison continued to eat away at him; he no longer just coughed up blood, but had started vomiting it, so Clementina and Hammya tried to keep him calm at all times. That’s why Candado had started this new hobby—to relax from everything.

As he read his book for the second time, a chill ran down his spine. Something was off. He looked up and glanced to his right, where there was a road. At that moment, a bus stopped there. Candado brought the mate to his mouth as he stared intently. He saw the feet of someone stepping off the bus, the mechanical door closed, and the vehicle continued on its way, leaving behind the sight of a girl with a suitcase. Candado gave a slight glance with his eyes, set the mate down, and kept reading. She hadn’t caught his attention, not in the least.

That girl was dressed in a peculiar way. She wore shiny gray armor covering her torso, black gloves, a large blue skirt that reached her ankles, and boots made of the same material as her armor. Her long hair was tied up, and a sword was visible on her back. She looked around and saw Candado. Picking up her suitcase, she walked toward him. With each step, the creaking of her armor could be heard clearly. She crossed the street and stopped a few inches away from him.

“Excuse me.”

Candado lowered his book and looked at her.

“Tell me.”

“I’m looking for Candado Ernest Barret. Do you know him?”

“And why do you want to know?”

“I want to eliminate him.”

“Wow, can I ask why?”

“Don’t you know? Candado possesses information that gives anyone who reads it incredible power. I want to get it to make myself stronger.”

“Oh, well, good luck with that,” he said nonchalantly, returning to his reading.

“Well? Do you know where he is?”

“He’s on vacation, so better luck next time.”

“What a pity,” she said, relaxing her shoulders but quickly sitting down next to him. “I guess I’ll wait for him to come back.”

“Fine, go ahead.”

They both sat in silence. Candado, engrossed in his book, forgot about her presence, even that she wanted to kill him. After almost an hour, she decided to speak.

“Tell me, is she your sister?” she asked, pointing to Yara, who was still sleeping.

“No, she’s my daughter.”

“Oh, I see. You treat her like she is.”

“No, she really is my daughter.”

“As if that were possible.”

At that moment, Yara turned over and, still asleep, murmured, “Daddy, I’m cold.”

Candado took a poncho-like garment from his bag beside him and wrapped Yara in it. Then he smiled and stroked her head.

“Are you kidding?”

“No, I’m not,” he said, not taking his eyes off her.

“Well, I don’t want to know how that’s possible. I’m very perceptive.”

“Good.”

“I don’t think I like you.”

“Alright.”

“But…”

“By the way, what’s your name?”

“Liv, Liv de Milagros Bordón.”

“What a name.”

“And yours?”

“Candado Ernest Catriel Barret,” he said, continuing to read.

“Nice to meet you,” she said, extending her hand.

They remained silent for a while until Liv processed what he had said.

“What did you say your name was?”

“Candado Ernest Catriel Barret. Are you deaf?”

“Didn’t you say he was on vacation?”

“I am. And didn’t you say you were very perceptive?”

“Well, yes, but…”

“And?”

“Well, yes, but not with things like that.”

“So, there are classifications of perception?”

“Whatever,” she said, standing up. She drew her sword and pointed it at the back cover of the book. “I came for you, so surrender.”

Candado lowered his book and moved Liv’s sword aside with his index finger, then resumed reading.

“Go bother someone else.”

Taking his words as a mockery, Liv swung her sword with all her strength toward Candado’s head. But before she could strike, Candado blocked it with his dagger, holding it near her cheek as he looked her directly in the eyes.

“Look, I don’t want you bothering me, especially with my girl sleeping in my lap.”

“Then put her aside and fight.”

“I’m not going to. I’m not moving from this spot just to satisfy your whim,” he said, raising his gaze to meet hers. “If you don’t, I’ll have to break more than just your sword.”

“I’d like to see that,” Liv replied with a grin.

“Don’t provoke me, girl.”

“We’re the same age, stop calling me a girl.”

“No, you’re a girl.”

“You’re about to feel what this girl can do.”

Liv raised her sword to the sky but accidentally cut a few branches from a tree, which fell on top of her.

“I was wrong. You’re not a girl, you’re an idiot.”

Liv stepped back and prepared for another attempt, making sure there was nothing above her head. But when she looked up at the sky, she fainted, leaving Candado thoroughly confused.

“Oh, I see.”

Candado calmly stood up, packed his book and mate into his bag, then picked Yara up in his arms and left. He walked leisurely, as if he were just taking a stroll. Along the way, he greeted friends and acquaintances he encountered. He saw Andersson working as a waiter at a restaurant, who nodded back since his hands were full. He also saw Germán and Lucas helping Nelson with his car, but they were too busy to notice him.

Finally, he turned a corner and arrived at his house. He knocked on the door softly, careful not to wake Yara. Hipólito was the one who answered.

“Candaaduuu!”

“Shh, quiet.”

“Oops,” he continued in a whisper, “Candaaduuu.”

“Let me in, old man,” said Candado, stepping aside.

He entered, and as Hipólito went to the kitchen, Candado climbed the stairs to his bedroom. He opened the door carefully and laid Yara down on the bed. He removed the poncho and left it on the desk.

He entered, and while Hipólito went to the kitchen, Candado climbed the stairs to his bedroom. He carefully opened the door and laid Yara down on the bed. He removed the poncho and placed it on the desk. Then he covered her with a light blanket, took a stuffed animal, a camel with a hump, and placed it beside her. He closed the curtains on both windows and left quietly. Before leaving, he turned, looked at her once more, smiled, and carefully closed the door.

As he turned around, he bumped into Clementina, injuring his nose, while she did not react at all.

"Damn it!" he muttered, holding his nose with both hands. "Damn it!"

"Are you okay?" Clementina asked.

Candado covered her mouth with one hand while still holding his nose with the other.

"Be quiet, Yara is sleeping and I don't want you making noise," he whispered.

Clementina removed Candado’s hand and replied, "Alright, let’s talk downstairs."

She went down the stairs, followed by Candado, who looked back at his bedroom one more time before following her. Once downstairs, Clementina was the first to speak.

"There’s something important I need to talk about."

"About what?" Candado asked.

"Well, young..."

"If you end that sentence with 'patron,' I will disconnect you."

"Ahem, I mean, sir. I would like to know if the guild duties are finished."

"Yes, why?"

"Joaquín called. He said he had information about a certain individual in Entre Ríos."

"Alright, I’ll see it tomorrow, not today."

"But it seems important."

"It’s not, because if it were, he would have given me concrete details. Also, if it were urgent, he would have found a way to contact me. It’s just curiosity, nothing more."

"If you say so, then it’s not important."

"Is that all?"

"No," she replied, pulling out a letter from her pocket. "Mr. Héctor asked me to give you this."

Candado looked at the letter from top to bottom.

"But this... it’s open."

"I did it for security. I wasn’t sure if it was really from Héctor."

"You’re a gossip."

"Of course not, it’s for security reasons."

"Again with this. I don’t want you interfering with my mail."

"I’ll do it when necessary. Your life is more important than a letter."

Candado grimaced, opened the letter, and read it.

"I’m sorry to bother you, my friend, but in a few days my sister will be playing the violin in front of everyone, and she is very nervous. Since I am out of the country, on the island of Kanghar, due to certain matters with the Paraguayan president, I ask you to do her a favor: listen to the melody she’s practicing. It will give her the courage to play in front of everyone. Thank you.

Your good friend, Héctor Bonamico Mateo"

"Oh, damn."

"What’s wrong?"

"Why are you asking me if you’ve already read it?"

"Actually, no. I only analyzed the letters to verify authenticity, but I didn’t read it out of respect."

At that moment, Hammya appeared, coming out of the bathroom in a black robe with wet hair.

"I see you took a bath. And, once again, dyed your hair."

"It’s the season’s fault," she replied with a smile.

"Did you enjoy the bath?" Clementina asked.

"Yes, it was spectacular. Very relaxing."

Candado ignored the comment and turned to Clementina.

"Well, here’s the situation: I need to go see Belén. She has a concert coming up and, according to Héctor, she’s been scared."

"Do it."

"Of course. Do you think I need to ask for your permission?"

"Where are you going?" Hammya interrupted.

"Nowhere. I’m just going to see a friend."

"I don’t like the sound of that. Can I come?"

"No."

"Why?"

"For three reasons," Candado said, raising three fingers. "First: she doesn’t know you, and the letter says I should go because I’m the one she gets along with best. Second: Belén is a very shy girl, she’s afraid even of birds. I can’t imagine how she would feel with your presence. And third: you’re very capricious. So, no, you’re not going, until you understand that you can’t get everything you want."

"Sir, I think it would be a good idea to take her. After all, she will be playing in front of hundreds of people."

"Are you suggesting that Belén would feel more comfortable with someone like Hammya with her?" Candado asked, skeptical.

"Well, I wouldn’t use the word 'comfortable.' She’s a girl, and from what I understand, she gets along well with those of her own gender."

"No, she gets along with those who are 'shy,' not necessarily with those of her gender."

"How did she manage to get along with someone as cold as you?"

"It’s a long story."

"Well, what if she leaves?"

"Now?"

"Yes, why not?"

"Clementina, it’s 9:00 in the morning. Not everyone is an early riser; she’s probably still asleep."

"Given her habits, I don’t think so."

"What are you insinuating?"

"Nothing, just saying that she’s awake."

Candado rubbed his forehead and thought for a moment.

"Alright, I’ll go. After all, I have nothing to do. But later, you’ll tell me how you know if she’s awake or not."

Clementina smiled and nodded.

"That’s the spirit. Can I come?"

"Of course, but—"

"Yes, get dressed quickly."

"What?" Candado asked, looking at her in confusion.

"Yes, hurry up, miss," Clementina said without looking at him.

"You’re the best. I’ll be back soon."

Hammya dashed up the stairs to her room, leaving Clementina and Candado alone. He gently took Clementina by the ear and drew her closer.

"I think I’m old enough to make my own decisions."

Then he let her go.

"You are," she replied, looking him in the eyes, "but it’s better if I make them for you."

Candado closed his eyes, biting his lips; it was evident that Clementina was mocking his attitude.

"Fine," he said finally, opening his eyes, "but you stay here."

"Why?"

"Yara is sleeping in my bed, and I don’t want her to wake up and find no one. It would upset her."

"Parenthood suits you well. Alright, I’ll stay and take care of her like I do with little Karen."

"You’d better."

"Don’t worry," she replied nonchalantly, "I know that both Yara and Karen mean a lot to you. Nothing will happen, I promise."

"Yes, let’s hope nothing happens."

"Candado, you worry too much, like that time Yara got lost in town and you went crazy searching for her house by house, avenue by avenue, until you found her near the river. I’d say you even ended up crying."

"You..."

"ALRIGHT, I’M READY!" Hammya shouted as she came down the stairs.

"LOWER YOUR VOICE! YARA IS SLEEPING IN MY BED!" Candado hissed quietly.

"Oops, sorry, Candado."

As Hammya came down, her green outfit caught attention: a long coat, corduroy pants, and black boots. She also wore a green ribbon that matched her hair.

Candado squinted at her dressed like that.

"Wow, it seems Candado is very strict with Yara."

"Sorry, I didn’t know. I’ll be more careful."

Candado took off his beret and scratched his head.

"Don’t raise your voice again. Respect the little ones."

"Alright, I’m sorry for doing it. It won’t happen again."

"Good, let’s go before something else happens and I regret taking you."

Candado stuffed his hands into his pockets and headed for the door. He then pulled out his left hand to open it, feeling the cold outside and seeing a girl in armor looking for him. Candado closed the door and, without looking back, said:

"Clementina, give me the white beret, please."

She snapped her fingers, and from his room, a black trench coat flew to him, fitting perfectly as he extended his arms. He buttoned it up, covering his entire body except for his knees and hands, and then tied the belt in a knot identical to those in taekwondo.

"What are you doing?"

"Precautions, Esmeralda, precautions."

At that moment, Clementina returned with the white beret.

"Here you go, sir, the white beret you requested," she said, handing it to him.

Candado took off the beret he was wearing and put on the new one.

"Do you have the device?"

"What device?"

"The star, Clementina, the star."

Clementina pulled out a five-pointed star from her vest. Candado took it and placed it on his right temple. When he pressed a button, his eyes changed to a light blue.

"What happened to you?" Hammya asked, surprised.

"Another invention of Lucas," he replied, tucking the device under his beret.

"Is there someone outside, right?"

"Yes, Clementina. And unfortunately, it’s someone who wants to see me dead."

"Do you want me to handle it?"

"No, you’d make too much noise. You might wake Yara or Karen, so don’t do anything stupid."

Candado raised the collar of his trench coat, covering himself almost completely. Then he opened the door and stepped out. He signaled Clementina to close it, which she understood and locked the door.

"Canda..."

"Shh, don’t speak or say my name."

Candado put his right hand in his pocket and, with his left hand, took Hammya’s hand, causing her to blush.

"What’s wrong?"

"Silence."

Candado adjusted his beret as he walked hand in hand with Hammya. She felt happy, but he, anxious, continued to sense Liv’s presence nearby.

"I can’t see her, but I can feel she’s close."

Hammya said nothing and let herself be carried away by the scenery, enjoying the moment despite the palpable tension in Candado.

—What is this? I’m not supposed to feel her behind me, but she still seems closer.

Candado felt that something was wrong. He couldn’t see her physically, but he could sense her presence. After they had been walking for a few minutes, Candado felt her again, but this time dangerously closer. At that moment, a leaf from a dead tree, a product of winter, detached from one of its branches and flew towards Candado. However, the leaf hovered over his shoulder and stopped as if it had hit something, like an invisible wall. Candado reacted quickly, slipped his hand into his clothes, turned around rapidly, and threw his knife backward. To his surprise, the knife was deflected by an object invisible to his sight. Since his knife was tied to his wrist, Candado pulled on it and the weapon returned to his hand. He then ran towards the unknown and invisible presence, bent his right arm, and ended up hitting something with his elbow. The thing that received the blow started to flicker, first visible then not, until it finally became fully visible: it was Liv.

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Candado saw that his sword was on the ground and, by intuition, knew he should approach carefully to stab her in the back.

—Girl, run —he said without looking at her and with a cold expression.

—I’m not going anywhere.

—Don’t challenge me and run now.

—I’m not going to run.

Candado let go of Hammya’s hand and assumed a defensive stance.

—This isn’t a game. You’re not good at fighting, so run now.

However, Hammya was the one who stepped forward, moving in front of Candado.

—You’re a headache. Fine, you want to fight? Then fight.

Candado ran towards Liv with his fists blazing. She smiled as her face was covered by the helmet of a medieval knight. She stood up, grabbed her sword, and lunged at him. Candado blocked her with his knife and deflected her, only to elbow her in the chest. But before Candado could deliver a second blow, Liv grabbed him by the neck with her right hand and with her left, she held onto his wrist where he was holding his knife.

Feeling imminent danger, Candado used an old move he had learned a long time ago. With both feet, he wrapped around Liv’s neck, using his weight to bring her down.

—If you thought I was weak, you were wrong —Candado said coldly and seriously.

Liv lost her balance and yielded to Candado’s strength. However, Liv did not give up; she used all her stored strength and got back up. Candado raised an eyebrow at such resistance but decided to let her go and step back. He stood next to Hammya, who had no time to react or help in the midst of the frantic battle.

—You’re resilient —he said while adjusting his beret—. I think this will be interesting.

Hammya stood frozen, unable to respond to Candado.

Liv put away her sword and prepared to use her fists.

—This time, there won’t be any need for a sword.

—Fine —Candado took out his knife and handed it to Hammya, who treated it like a coaster rather than a servant—. I’m ready.

Candado went back on the attack. Liv threw a punch that Candado dodged by ducking, then landed an uppercut, which Liv blocked with her palm, gripping tightly. Candado, with his other hand, struck her on the neck, causing her to release her grip. Candado then prepared to knee her in the chest, which she stopped with her leg. After that, Liv headbutted Candado. His forehead bled, but he showed no pain. He then grabbed her by the neck and lifted her into the air.

—Oyik, Liv Milagros de Bordón.

Candado ignited his right fist with a violet flame, ready to break her face. But before he could even raise his hand, Liv accidentally looked up and fainted upon seeing the sky. Candado, who was about to hit her, was completely confused and let her go. He then turned around and put his hands in his pockets.

—Well, I didn’t expect this —he said, looking at Hammya—. Let’s go, I still have something to do.

—Are you going to leave her here?

Candado took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his forehead. Then he turned and replied:

—Yes, it’s not my problem.

—but…

—Shut up and follow me.

Hammya fell silent and followed him, leaving behind Liv’s inexplicable unconsciousness.

From that encounter, Candado and Hammya arrived at Hector’s house.

—Well, this is it.

—I think this is the first time I’m here.

—Believe me, Hammya, it’s the first time —then he whispered to himself—. Silly girl.

Candado approached the door and knocked four times. While waiting, he took out the device that changed the color of his eyes and started looking at his watch calmly. When someone opened the door, Candado closed his eyes, took off his beret, and bowed to the person who had opened it.

—Good morning, miss.

Suddenly, tentacles shot out from inside to attack him, but Candado dodged them without opening his eyes, jumping and moving from side to side calmly and fearlessly.

When the tentacles stopped attacking, Candado straightened up, put on his beret, and opened his eyes.

—I should have guessed you’d be here, Grenia O’Pøhner.

The mysterious person stepped out of the shadows to reveal herself.

Grenia: Krauser’s twin sister, she is exactly like him. She has no visible face, eyes, nose, or ears, but she has long black hair. She dresses in formal black clothing: a white shirt, dark pants, a dark formal vest, and a red tie. She has a highly competitive attitude, making it dangerous to be near her for any activity. Everyone, except Candado, who addresses her by her surname or sometimes by her name, affectionately calls her “Mannequin.”

Power: She possesses the same qualities as her brother but uses a harp instead of a violin, and with it, she uses her melody to heal the ailments of her companions.

Skill: She is very skilled with any musical instrument.

—Well, one could say I didn’t expect you to come around here, by the way.

—I don’t care what you thought or didn’t think —Candado said as he approached her and pushed her aside—. I have an appointment. By the way, it’s all dark in here. Open a window, at least.

Hammya followed him, not before shaking Grenia’s hand.

—Sorry for Candado’s rudeness. I’m Hammya Saillim, nice to meet you.

—Likewise. You know, if I had a normal face like other people, I’d probably tell you that you’re strange because of your hair color. But since I don’t have one, I’ll say you’re very pretty.

—Oh, wow, thanks then.

—Are you coming in or what?

—I’m coming, Candado —she replied, letting go of her hand to pat him on the shoulder—. Nice suit.

After saying that, Hammya hurried to catch up with Candado, who was in the living room, while Grenia looked at her suit, pleased with the compliment and humming.

The girl moved in front of the boy in the beret and sat down in the armchair. Candado, standing next to her, snapped his fingers and gestured for her to stand up.

—Get up, let’s go.

Hammya stood up without protest.

—What did I do?

—Girl —he whispered as he moved forward—.

Candado removed his beret and walked toward a room with a white door. As he approached, he put his ear to the door for a few seconds, then stepped back and spoke.

—Belén, are you in there?

—Who is it? —a voice asked from inside the room.

—It’s me, Candado.

Footsteps could be heard approaching the door. Candado stepped back and the door slowly opened. Out came a girl with white hair, looking about seven years old, dressed in a long purple nightgown. Her eyes were empty, the color was indistinguishable, and she had no special powers; she was just a blind person.

Belén walked with her left hand raised to an intermediate height, moving it slowly from side to side. Candado gently bent down, took her hand, and guided it to his face.

One could feel how Belén explored every part of his face: cheek, nose, forehead, chin, and temple.

—Is it you? Yes, it’s you —Belén said with joy.

Candado smiled and, as he took off his beret, replied:

—It’s me, of course.

Then he positioned himself behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders.

—Now relax and let me guide you.

Candado began to gently push her towards the living room. He guided her to sit in the armchair, the same one Hammya had taken. Belén, who had been smiling the whole time, showed a curious attitude as she sat down.

—Is there anyone else here by chance?

—Yes, I am —said Grenia, as she sat next to her.

—No, not you —Belén said with a smile.

—Actually, yes, there is someone else.

—Who?

—I’m Hammya Saillim. Nice to meet you.

Belén looked up towards the ceiling, trying to follow Hammya’s voice.

—I don’t know who you are, but you have a sweet voice.

—You’re making me blush.

But Hammya’s comment had the opposite effect and ended up making her blush.

Grenia embraced Belén.

—You’re so beautiful when you do that.

—Alright —Candado said, placing his hand on his head—. I heard you’ll be playing the violin for school.

—How did you know that?

—Let’s just say a little bird told me.

—Little bird?

—Yes, a white one —he said, gently pinching her nose—. Just like you, cutie.

—Well, it’s true. It’s next month, but I’m not sure if I’ll play.

—Why? —asked Grenia.

—It’s just that I’m still afraid of people.

—But… you’re blind —said Hammya.

Candado frowned, took off one of his shoes, and threw it with all his strength, causing Hammya to fall to the ground.

—What was that noise? —asked Belén.

—Nothing, princess, it was just Hammya falling —Candado said, looking at her while igniting his eyes with violet flame—. Right?

—Yes, it was my mistake.

Candado approached her and took her shoe, looking at her for a few brief seconds with his cold, expressionless face. Then he turned and changed his attitude towards Belén.

—Alright —he said, clapping his hands—. Why don’t you play for me?

—I don’t know, maybe…

—Come on, do it, after all, you’re very good with the violin —interrupted Grenia.

Belén tapped her fingers on her knees and said:

—Okay, I’ll do it.

As she said this, she tried to stand up to fetch her violin, but Candado beat her to it and went to bring her instrument, so she remained under Grenia’s restraining arms.

—You can let me go now.

—No, I won’t let you escape.

At that moment, Candado returned with Belén’s violin and handed it to her. She opened it and began to explore the instrument with her hands. Then she took it out and started tuning the violin strings, knowing how to do it despite being blind. After that, she took the bow and ran her index finger across the hair.

—What’s with all this ritual? —whispered Hammya, so softly that Belén couldn’t hear.

Candado looked at her with his eyes glowing, as he heard her. He pulled out his hand from behind his back, raised his thumb, and gestured it near his throat. It was clear that it was a threat.

However, Belén continued with her task, completely ignoring what was happening around her. She stood up, raised the violin and bow, placed them on her shoulder, and began to play. Her music was soft and calming. The moment the bow touched the violin strings, she forgot everything around her. Her eyes were closed, and with each second she played, she felt more calm and at peace. Candado, Grenia, and Hammya watched silently as Belén’s music played. Except for Grenia, whose face Candado had asked to draw a smile to show her joy, or at least for the two of them to notice.

The music continued, and as she moved the bow with finesse, she became more absorbed in her art. Her eyes softened, and she began to lose her fear. Her face grew increasingly happy, and all her fear vanished. Finally, she showed a tender smile. Candado was delighted to see Belén playing without any fear.

Belén’s movements started to become slower and softer. Candado even let a tear fall, took off his beret, and placed his thumb and index finger over his closed eyes.

Belén stopped when she heard Candado’s forced inhalation.

—Are you okay? —asked Grenia, placing her hand on his shoulder.

—It’s nothing —Candado said with a voice that was rigid yet tender—. It’s just that your song was so beautiful, it made me remember something very painful yet happy.

Hammya felt a bit sad seeing Candado like this, but she remained silent.

—So, how did you feel when you played for us? —Candado asked.

—I don’t know, happy? I guess.

—Exactly. It made me happy too, and Grenia and Hammya as well. So imagine how the rest of the people will feel when they hear your music.

—I don’t know, I’m still afraid to play in front of others.

Candado knelt down and placed his hands on her shoulders.

—I know you’re scared, and I’m no one to force you to do it…

—But you would if you were by my side.

—Then I… wait, what?

—Yes, I want you to be by my side when I play, so I’ll feel more secure. Héctor did the same. Now that he’s not here, you could do it.

Candado found the girl’s reasoning logical, so he accepted what she had offered.

—Alright, I have nothing to lose. After all, it’s very simple.

—Great, I like it.

—Candado, are you sure? You’ll just be standing in front of the audience doing nothing.

—I’ll figure something out, Grenia. I’ll figure something out.

—Good, I’m glad you like it. This way you can polish your kindness a bit more.

—I didn’t like what you’re implying, Hammya. I suggest you keep quiet.

—I’ll keep that in mind.

Candado adjusted his tie and walked to an armchair that was there. He took a pillow from it, threw it on the floor, and pushed Belén so she would fall onto the pillow. Then he lifted her, with Belén sitting on it, and made a gesture with his left hand.

—This is how I’ll carry her in the act. She’ll be sitting on a cushion that I’ll have ready for you that night.

—Great, I don’t know why, but great.

Then he bent down and lowered her.

—Well, it looks like you’ll be showing off with the girl —said Hammya.

—Are you calling me Marcelo Tinelli?

—No, no, of course not.

—Good, because you would’ve eaten my fist.

—Are you aggressive with Hammya? —asked Belén.

—Well, I...

—No, he isn’t. I just sometimes make him angry. Most of the time he’s kind.

—Kiss-ass —said Grenia with her arms crossed.

Candado was completely surprised by what Hammya said. He felt an enormous guilt in his heart, so much pain that he instinctively touched his chest with his right hand.

—Candado is a good person. It’s just that I make him angry with my childish comments and...

Candado covered Hammya’s mouth and hugged her.

—Girl, don’t do that, you make me hurt.

—Oh —Hammya softened and hugged him—. You’re an angel with glass wings, very transparent.

—What?

—Nothing, Candado, it’s just a compliment.

—It sounded like something disguised.

—Never mind, the point is...

—Forget it, I’d rather not regret what I said, please —then he adjusted his tie and looked at Belén—. I’ll be there that day, I mean, night.

—Great, thanks.

—Oh, I see that...

—Say any nonsense. I know what I am and how I am, my dear friend Grenia.

At that moment, someone knocked on the door.

—I’ll go open it —said Grenia.

—Yes, do it —Candado said, signaling with his eyes.

Grenia opened the door, and behind it was Liv, with immense anger and her sword, trembling from the nerves of her rage.

—Where? Where is he?

—Oh God, what happened?

Liv grabbed her by the collar and angrily brought her face close.

—Don’t play games with me, I know he’s here.

At that moment, Candado interrupted, holding a glass of water.

—Oh, I see you don’t like fainting anymore.

Liv pushed Grenia aside.

—Once I’m done with your existence, I won’t faint again.

—You’re absolutely right. Take a lock and destroy it. Good luck.

He then turned around, brought the glass of water to his mouth, which angered Liv. Liv held her sword firmly and ran towards him. Candado, without turning, stepped aside, causing Liv to advance further. He then struck her on the head with the glass.

—Get out of here before I get angry.

Liv clenched her teeth until they made a noise, turned, and tried to thrust, which Candado dodged. However, Candado grabbed her sword, threw it at her, and pushed her out of the house. He then walked over to where Liv was, drank the last of the water as he walked, and left the glass on a nearby table. He adjusted his tie, gloves, and beret. Then he closed the door behind him, just as Hammya appeared, running down the hallway to help Grenia.

Candado walked over to where Liv was lying on the ground with some wounds from the pavement.

—I don’t care who or what hired you —he said while adjusting his left glove.

—YOU...!

He then grabbed her by the neck.

—I’m not finished.

—You’ll be... trash —she said while trying to breathe.

—I can endure you wanting to kill me, I can endure you hitting me, but I won’t tolerate you using your strength and damn objectives in front of some children.

He then released her, took her by the chin, and made her look up.

—Suffer the attack of the heavens.

When Liv looked up, her eyes dilated, and then she fainted. Losing her strength, Candado threw her far from him.

Candado took Liv’s sword and examined it from top to bottom. As he was about to destroy it, he noticed marks on the blade that read “For my dear daughter.” Candado stopped and looked at Liv, who was more than fifteen meters away. He squinted and approached her, sticking the sword beside her feet.

This act managed to awaken Liv, and upon seeing the sword in Candado’s hand, she knew she was going to die, so she had no problem saying everything she had kept inside.

—Come on, do it and kill me.

Candado looked her straight in the eyes. There was no clarity in them, no reflection; it was the gaze of a dead person.

—No, I’m not going to do it.

—What? YOU’RE A COWARD!

—Shout all you want, insult me, curse me, but I’m not going to kill you —he then looked at the words on the sword—. Unless someone is expecting your return.

—What?

—Look, no matter how many times you try, you’ll never be able to kill me.

He then turned his back and walked away, going back into the house, making it clear that he wasn’t going to fight Liv.

Once inside the house, Candado didn’t look back, closed the door, and walked to the living room, where Hammya, armed with a plastic tray, and Grenia, who had manifested her tentacles, were both protecting Belén.

—Everything is under control, there’s nothing to worry about.

—Did you kill her?

—No, Grenia, I didn’t kill anyone.

—Then it is a problem.

—PØHNER! Relax, it’s nothing, everything is in order.

—I’m confused. Are we okay or not?

—Belén, are you still alive?

—Yes, of course.

—Then you’re fine.

—Your logic is something else, Candado.

—Don’t bother me, Hammya.

Then his watch rang. Candado put his hand in his vest pocket, took it out, and checked the time.

—Alright, it’s 10:00 in the morning.

—What does that mean, Candado?

—That I’m going home —he then looked at Grenia and Belén—. I really appreciate having been in this house. See you that day...

—Night —corrected Grenia.

—Whatever. The point is, in the meantime, practice, my girl.

—I will, Candado. I will.

Candado signaled Hammya to follow him. She, distracted and dazed as always, said goodbye to Grenia with a handshake and to Belén by petting her head.

—See you.

Then she ran to where Candado was, moving ahead and leaving him behind, confused.

—What’s wrong with her?

—Nothing, Grenia. She’s just a bit scattered.

Then they both left the house. Candado stopped when he noticed Liv was no longer in the place where he had left her.

Hammya, noticing Candado’s pause, turned.

—Is something wrong? —then she looked around in terror—. Is she still here?

—No, she’s not.

Candado reached into his pocket and pulled out a candy. He unwrapped it and put it in his mouth.

He continued on his way, hands in his trench coat pockets, moving ahead and leaving Hammya behind. The girl, somewhat worried, stayed close to Candado.

—Where are we going now?

—To the guild. I have something to do.

"Do I have to accompany you?"

"No," Candado replied coldly.

"Then, can I go back home?"

"That you can, can’t you?"

As she said this, Hammya looked back in fear but then approached Candado.

"On second thought, I’ll better accompany you."

"You can go home, I give you permission," Candado said sarcastically.

"No, thanks. I’m fine this way, really."

"Alright," he said, looking her in the face. "You can let go of me now; I don’t like being touched."

"Women?"

"No, anyone in general."

At that moment, a twig snapped, causing Hammya to let go and hide behind him. Candado did not react, simply looking towards the source of the noise.

"It’s just a cat," he said skeptically.

Hammya did not move away from him.

"I’m starting to get annoyed. What’s wrong now?"

Hammya stepped aside and stayed still for a few seconds until the sound of birds chirping was heard.

"Alright, do whatever you want," he said, already resigned.

Candado brushed off his right shoulder and continued walking, with Hammya scaredly following or sticking close to him. During the journey, Candado focused on the surroundings, attentive to any noise that might be harmful to him or Hammya. However, he was clear that at that time in the morning, there was no one around, so he knew there was nothing to worry about.

The day was cloudy and windy. At that moment, Candado decided to head to the guild.

"Girl."

"WHAT?!" Hammya shouted, surprised.

Candado took his left hand out of his pocket, raised his pinky finger, then put it to his ear, scratched it, and, without removing the finger from his ear, looked at her.

"Are you still going to keep bothering?"

"Sorry, but I feel like someone is very, very close to me."

Candado removed his finger from his ear, looked at her, and then put it back in his pocket. He raised his gaze and looked her in the eyes.

"Wow, for the first time you’re right; someone is very, very close to you."

"Who?" Hammya asked, looking around in all directions.

"Me, silly girl. Who else could it be?"

"Did you just insult me?"

"Damn," he said, pulling out a hundred-peso bill from his wallet, rolling it up, and tossing it to her. "And to think your idea started with five pesos."

Hammya put the money away with a smile and then looked at Candado.

"I know you said you’d be more polite with me, and I know you’re trying, but you can’t help yourself. That’s why you’ll pay me a hundred pesos every time you insult me."

Candado crossed his arms and approached her threateningly.

"I can’t stand people like you."

Hammya stepped back and patted his head.

"If we keep this up, we’ll make you a good person."

Candado took her hand and pushed it away.

"I’m not interested in having someone like you turn me into something I already am."

"You might be good at certain things, but your character is quite horrible."

Candado said nothing, just looked at her for a while before turning away and walking off.

"Where are you going?"

"To the guild. I have things to do."

"Are you going to leave me like this?"

"Yes."

Hammya stayed silent for a moment until she realized he was walking away quickly.

"WAIT!"

Then she ran to catch up with him at full speed.

When they arrived at the guild, they noticed the windows were open from the outside. They also saw Anzor and Erika carrying a stack of books back and forth. They exchanged glances; she, confused, and he, coldly, then turned their attention back to the window.

"What are you doing?"

Candado did not answer. Instead, he went to the door, climbed the stairs, and knocked three times with his index and middle fingers.

"Who’s there? For example: if you’re Candado, knock once on the door; if you’re Inspector Joaquín from the A.T.S. (Tricolor Agency of Traffic Lights), knock twice; if you’re a Bailak, knock three times; if you’re someone other than those mentioned, knock four times. If you’re a circuit, please come back before we liquidate you on the spot. Finally, go away and don’t bother."

Hammya giggled to herself, while Candado rolled his eyes, clearly intolerant of such jokes.

"That stupid."

And making a great effort not to kill him, he gave a light knock on the door.

"You’ve claimed to be Candado, but unfortunately, there’s no one here at the guild today. Please turn around and leave. We’re busy attending to more important people than you."

Candado frowned and smashed through the door with his left fist, while his other hand stayed in his pocket. He grabbed the collar of the man’s shirt and dragged him violently against the door, slamming him and pinning him under the hand of an enraged Candado. Once in his grasp, he said in a soft, sarcastic voice:

"Hello, operator. I want you to open the door before I break your neck."

On the other side of the door, Matlotsky, who had made that tasteless joke to Candado, decided to continue with the game, though he wasn’t so sure of himself this time.

"If you’re a compulsive killer, it doesn’t matter when you tell me; no one will listen to you."

Candado loosened his grip, pulled him away from the door, and then dragged him violently more than four times, leaving him unconscious and delirious.

"I think the shooting stars are in front of me."

After saying this, Matlotsky passed out on the floor. Candado bent his arm to the right, removed the door’s lock, opened it, adjusted his tie, and removed some splinters from his elegant suit.

"Fucking idiot."

"Candado, I think you’ve gone too far," Hammya said worriedly.

"Do you think? I think I made him look more handsome."

Then he adjusted his beret and headed to the meeting room, leaving Hammya alone with an unconscious Matlotsky. Candado passed through the boardroom and saw everyone sorting a lot of papers and folders.

"Fucking idiot."

"Candado, I think you’ve gone too far," Hammya said, worried.

"Do you think? I believe I made him look more handsome."

Then, he adjusted his beret and headed to the meeting room, leaving Hammya alone with an unconscious Matlotsky. Candado passed by the boardroom and saw everyone sorting papers and folders.

"What’s going on?" Candado asked, looking around.

"What’s the question, boss? We’re organizing," Pucheta replied.

Candado turned and saw someone hidden in the darkness.

"Who are you?"

"I’m an enigma."

A light then illuminated their body.

"ERIKA! You ruined my presentation."

Candado turned and saw the girl with a flashlight and a mischievous smile on her face.

"You deserve it for being lazy," she said, letting out her devilish giggle.

Candado made a face and took the flashlight from her hands. He then approached the room and shone the light on her face.

"I never thought you’d set foot in this place again, Barreto Kruger."

Kruger: With black hair styled like Candado’s (Gardel), red-painted eyelids, a white shirt, blue tie, gray dress pants, gray formal vest, black formal shoes with neatly tied laces, and black gloves. He has a high self-esteem, is very serious, and a bit psychotic. Although he is indirectly part of the Roobóleo guild, he was expelled for not attending meetings. He lives in Resistencia but spends most of his time with his uncle on the island. He is Joaquín Barreto’s twin brother.

Power: Electricity and lightning.

Skill: Excellent at stealthy and macabre attacks and handles his military knife very well.

"Now, take that damn flashlight out of my face."

"I’m surprised your brother puts up with you," Kruger said, turning off the flashlight and tossing it, without looking back, into Erika’s hands. "Tell me, what are you doing here?"

"Heh, I wasn’t planning on coming; I just accompanied my friend."

"Friend? You have a friend?"

"That was unnecessary, Sektur."

"Fucking..."

"Anyway, I think it’s time you see him."

"Who?"

"Good morning, Candado."

A voice came from behind, causing Candado to turn and see who it was.

"Walsh?"

Walsh: With red, curly hair and green eyes. He dresses similarly to Kruger but in green and purple tones. He wears red gloves with the face of a white lion on the palm. He has a cheerful, sincere, and friendly demeanor, and is very playful.

Power: Celestial fire.

Skill: Cleaning.

"It’s been years since I last saw you."

"Walsh, it’s only been seven months and nine weeks."

"I’ve been very busy in Tierra del Fuego. I thought about calling you, but after that incident, I didn’t know how to face you again."

"You resigned."

"Yes, I did. It was my fault that it happened."

"I told you there were no injuries."

"I know, but there could have been due to my ineptitude."

At that moment, Matlotsky burst in, clutching his forehead.

"It looks like a soap opera from Ho..."

Candado's knife grazed Matlotsky's cheek, preventing him from finishing his sentence, and embedded itself in the wall.

"Shut—up," Candado said without looking at him.

Matlotsky fainted again.

Declan then walked over to the wall, removed the knife, and handed it to Candado.

"Thanks," Candado said, still not looking at him.

"I hope he’ll be okay," Walsh said with concern.

"Don’t worry, he’ll be fine," Candado said as he put away his knife, then continued, "And well, I’m glad you’ve returned to our guild." He walked over to Walsh and extended his hand. "Welcome."

Walsh, seeing Candado’s hand, felt a bit unsure, but after thinking for a moment, he lifted his hand and accepted the handshake.

"I’m glad to be back."

"Fags," Kruger said mockingly.

"I’ll rip your tongue out."

Kruger shrugged, grabbed some boxes that were there, and left.

"Well, with that, your stay in the guild has been renewed."

"Thanks."

At that moment, there were knocks at the door.

"THEY’RE KNOCKING!" Viki shouted from the other room, sitting and flipping through some notes.

Candado made a face and headed to the door, accompanied by Anzor and Declan.

"What are you doing?"

"We’re your bodyguards," they both said.

"Don’t mess with me."

Candado reached the door, which had a large hole in it, put his hand on the handle, and opened it.

"Sorry about the door, it’s… By Isidro."

Behind the door was Liv, looking him in the eye with a blank expression.

"Did you come back to kill me?"

As soon as she said that, Anzor and Declan drew their swords and pointed them at Liv’s chest, hoping to scare her, but failed.

"I came here for you to help me."

"Stop."

Anzor and Declan sheathed their swords and stood at attention.

"Now tell me, what do you need?"

"I want to join this guild."

"Forget it."

"Why?"

"You don’t interest me. Only those who spark my curiosity get in."

"I know you’re angry because I tried to kill you, but please, what can I do to get in?"

"Nothing."

"There must be something."

Candado remembered the fainting spells he’d witnessed while fighting her, so he was somewhat intrigued by her in that regard. He was also very interested in the armor she wore and wanted to know what had changed in their conversation.

Candado scratched his left temple and thought for a few minutes. Then he looked her up and down.

"You can join if you defeat these two."

"Pardon?" both asked.

"Alright, I’ll do it."

"But before you start, can I ask why you want to join?"

"Because I suffer from neophobia, fear of clouds. That’s why I want you to help me overcome my fear of them. That’s my personal goal."

Candado’s eyes widened at what she had said, though his expression did not change.

"Oh, ouch, sorry. It must be awful to fear something completely normal."

Then he looked at Anzor and Declan.

"Fight, please, in the lower room."

Anzor bowed and offered his hand to Liv.

"Please, miss, come with me."

"Don’t do anything foolish and don’t let yourself lose," Declan said grumpily.

Anzor invited Liv to enter the house and led her to the room, while Candado called the others. Declan was in charge of securing all the entrances and exits of the guild.

Declan walked to a red door, approached it, opened it, and inside was a staircase leading to a deep, dark place. Declan pressed a button to his right and turned on all the lights inside, causing Liv to step back.

"Are you afraid of the dark?"

"No, it looks like they’re going to do something to me."

"Don’t be like that. If you’re going to join us, you’ll have to trust us," Anzor said.

"Alright," Liv replied, then walked down the stairs on her own.

When she reached the bottom, she found a round wooden door. She put her hand on the handle and opened it. Upon entering, she found a very large space, with seats and a huge sand arena.

"Oh my God."

“Fascinating, isn’t it? Matlotsky built it as compensation for what he stole from Candado,” Anzor said, walking to the center of the arena.

Liv walked over to where he was and waited for the other opponent.

After a few minutes, Candado descended, accompanied by his teammates.

“Good, I’m glad you’re comfortable here, as you’ll be showing us what you’re capable of with them.”

“IT’S THAT CRAZY WOMAN!”

Candado covered her mouth and pushed her aside.

“Apologies for Hammya’s manners. I know she and I had a rather unfriendly encounter the first time, or the second, but now she’s acting like nothing happened.”

Then, Candado used his strength to force Hammya to sit while she wore a vacant expression.

“Alright, what do I need to do?”

Candado jumped onto the field and walked over to Liv.

“It’s simple: to join, you need to be punished.”

“Punished?”

“For two reasons. For trying to kill me and for attacking me from behind. That’s why you’ll fight two people, and be grateful it’s not three or four, or worse.”

“Worse?”

“With me,” he said, pressing his forehead against hers.

“Oh, alright.”

Then he stepped back and turned away.

“Perfect, now you need to win,” he said as he returned to his seat.

At that moment, Declan jumped from the stands and landed in front of her. He then raised his arm in an L-shape and placed his elbow under Liv’s chin.

“I won’t be lenient,” he said coldly.

Then he stepped back, adjusted his white gloves, and drew his sword, plunging it into the ground and resting both hands on it.

“What are you doing?”

Declan didn’t answer and just stared intently into her eyes. Then, he heard the unsheathing of a sword behind him, making Liv turn and look back.

“Good luck, girl,” Anzor said as he did exactly what Declan was doing.

Liv started to feel nervous seeing both of them like this. Candado, sitting in the stands, raised a hand with a red flag and waved it up and down three times.

“BEGIN!”

As Candado’s shout reached Anzor and Declan, they reacted and attacked her. Liv took a small jump backward, but they moved swiftly and pursued her. Liv drew her sword and threatened with an attack but was unsuccessful. This caused Liv to use invisibility.

“That doesn’t work on me,” Declan said, his blue eyes flashing green.

He then moved to where she was and began thrusting fiercely, making it seem as if he was attacking thin air. Anzor, on the other hand, just observed, as he didn’t have that ability.

After a few minutes, Declan managed to grab her by the wrist and throw her to the ground. He then spun his sword vigorously and drove it with all his strength towards her.

But before his sword could touch her, Liv managed to stop it effectively and astonishingly with her teeth, causing everyone present to be shocked, except for Candado, who sat with his arms crossed and raised an eyebrow.

“What?” Declan said, surprised.

Then he quickly turned around and delivered a blow to her chest. From behind, Anzor came at incredible speed, jumped, and stood on his shoulders.

“She’s playing with them,” Walsh said to Kruger.

“It’s interesting,” Candado said, watching intently.

After Liv stood balanced on Declan's shoulders, she jumped down and delivered a kick to his shoulder blades, causing him to drop his sword. Before she could celebrate her victory, a beautiful white creature appeared from Liv's back, once again surprising everyone present.

“A swordmaster, then? This Liv truly lives up to her armor,” Lucas said.

Candado frowned at Lucas's words.

“Swordmaster,” Candado whispered to himself.

The creature was stunning, with light blue skin and the form of a beautiful woman. She wore a cloak that partially covered her body, had gray hair, and a helmet resembling that of the goddess Athena. Her eyes were white and crystalline, her face showed a cold demeanor, she wore golden shoulder pads, and carried a diamond spear.

Declan was astonished by what he saw but didn’t let himself be intimidated. He did the same, his eyes turned green, and his own creature emerged from his back.

“You handle your pet well,” Declan said.

He then charged at her.

“Be careful,” said Liv’s creature, without moving its lips.

Liv hesitated for a moment, then ran towards him, drew her sword, and lunged at Declan with incredible speed.

Liv’s creature thrust its spear with all its might into the chest of Declan’s creature, but he, with his strength, grabbed Liv’s spear and locked it.

As both creatures fought, Liv and Declan battled fiercely, sword against sword. Each of Declan’s strikes made it increasingly difficult for Liv to defend herself.

“He’s not fighting seriously; he wants to tire you out and then deliver the final blow,” said Liv’s creature.

“Thanks, Midén.”

At that moment, Anzor appeared and summoned his own creature, joining the fight with Declan.

“This is going to get ugly,” Liv said.

After saying that, she crouched, extended her fists to either side of her opponent, and suddenly, her armored gloves detached from her and struck both of their chests.

She then stood up, took her sword, and began spinning on her axis. A small whirlwind appeared above her head and started attacking both opponents, but Declan stopped it with his palm. As they were about to unleash their full energy, Declan jumped from the dust cloud that had emerged from the whirlwind and, with his sword in hand, ran toward her. Anzor, on the other hand, positioned himself behind her, charging at her fiercely. It seemed that all was lost for Liv; her creature wouldn’t be able to defend her from two attacks at the same time. But just as the battle was about to end, Candado stood up and shouted:

“STOP!”

At that moment, everyone halted.

Declan showed his displeasure but did not disobey Candado. He stopped and sheathed his sword, and so did Anzor.

“You’ve been spared,” Declan said gruffly.

On the other hand, Anzor cheerfully patted Liv on the shoulders.

“Good fight. I hope we can do it again.”

At that moment, Candado jumped from his seat and walked over to Liv. He took her left hand and handed her a badge.

“Congratulations, you’ve been accepted.”

“But I haven’t won.”

“If you had kept fighting, you probably would have destroyed this place. What matters is that you’ve left me satisfied.” He then looked around. “From now on, she will be our new teammate.”

Everyone burst into cheers and praises, repeatedly chanting Liv’s name. Anzor gave her a pat on the back, as if saying she had made it, and then ran to Declan and approached him.

“Come on, Mr. Grumpy, let’s go get something to eat.”

“I’m not paying for your food again.”

“Oh, come on.”

As Liv watched the duo leave, Hammya appeared and extended her hand to her. Liv looked at her, puzzled, but shakily accepted her hand.

“Sorry for calling you crazy. Now that you’re here, I’d like to know that you won’t act like that again.”

“I’m sorry for attacking you. I think I should apologize properly.”

“No need. It’s fine. Thank you.”

At that moment, Ana burst in, approaching the two.

“Let’s have a party.”

“Don’t you dare,” Candado said, passing by and unwrapping a candy.

“Oh, come on, don’t be unpleasant.”

“Get a little lost,” Candado said, climbing the stairs.

“CANDADO!”

Hammya and Liv laughed at what they had just witnessed.