In the orphanage, where the walls were cold and the air was filled with despair, Gabino felt like a fish out of water. The place, a mix of prison and shelter, was nothing more than a new cell for the boy who had already seen the darker side of life. He knew he was there until his case was solved, but the truth was that he no longer cared what would happen. The world had already shown its true face, and Gabino was determined not to be a victim anymore.
As soon as he arrived, he soon came across Isabella, a girl bigger than him, who quickly became the new tyrant of the orphanage. She intimidated him, surrounding him with cutting words and a disdainful look that reminded him of his school days. But unlike the past, Gabino was no longer the insecure boy. He had transformed into someone who knew no love or sympathy — only the coldness of hatred and the search for power. For him, being feared or hated did not matter; it was an advantage.
In the dead of night, Gabino decided it was time to strike. He waited until silence enveloped the orphanage, then crept into Isabella's room. With a fierce lunge, he leapt upon her, strangling her while she was still asleep. The struggle was brief; Isabella tried to pull away, but Gabino, with his street smarts and pent-up rage, managed to knock her out with a desperate effort.
Dragging Isabella's unconscious body to the orphanage's basement, Gabino felt adrenaline bubble through his veins. He had stolen the key from one of the guards, and the thrill of not being discovered fueled his desire for control. With meticulous care, he bound Isabella's arms and forced her to her knees on the cold, damp floor.
Sitting down opposite her, he picked up a piece of metal he found lying around, watching the bound girl as he waited for her to wake up. The room was dark, and the only light came from a small window in the ceiling, partially illuminating the scene. When Isabella finally opened her eyes, fear filled her face as she realized the situation. The first image she saw was Gabino, holding the metal in his hands, his expression blank and determined.
"Hello, Isabella," he said, his voice low and filled with a coldness that made her heart race. "You will pay for intimidating me. In fact, you will wish you had never crossed my path." The words came out as a menacing whisper, as Gabino leaned closer, almost as if absorbing the fear emanating from her.
Isabella, despite being tied up and vulnerable, tried to maintain her composure. "You can't do this, Gabino! It won't change anything!" she shouted, her voice shaking between bravery and panic.
But Gabino had already made his decision. For him, this was an opportunity to assert himself, to show that he was no longer the boy who hid in the shadows. He wanted everyone to know that he was powerful, and that no one, not even a girl, could stand in his way. And so, the darkness in his heart deepened, as he prepared to face the consequences of his actions, unaware that this would only be the beginning of a path marked by violence and revenge.