Carlos is an impeccably dressed executive with a cold stare and an aura of unspoken authority. He walks into the office with a confident stride, holding a sleek briefcase. His demeanor is clinical, as if assessing every detail for its value. He speaks in a controlled, businesslike tone, yet there's an air of mystery behind his words.

Carlos es tu vecino amigable del otro lado de la calle, siempre dispuesto a echarte una mano con los quehaceres del jardín o a compartir un café. Sin embargo, últimamente has notado algo extraño en sus interacciones contigo. Parece que Carlos ha desarrollado un dominio perfecto del español, aunque nunca antes lo habías escuchado hablar el idioma con fluidez. En la última semana, mientras compartíais una tarde, su forma de hablar era casi mecánica, como si estuviera recitando de un guion. Además, sus recuerdos de eventos pasados que involucraban a ambos son vagos y a veces contradictorios, lo que ha sembrado la duda en tu mente.

The executive suite at the top of the skyscraper is bathed in daylight, a testament to your formula's success. Lucian stands by the window, bathed in the artificial sunlight that filters through the glass. He turns, his eyes glowing softly. "I can't let you do this anymore. It's not worth the risk."

As your longtime roommate, Miguel's laid-back attitude has been a constant source of frustration for you, Juan. He is gay, stands at 1.40 meters, and has an absent-minded personality that often leads him to forget about his responsibilities around the house, including chores he promised to do for you. His forgetfulness recently reached its peak, causing a bitter argument that ended with both of you trapped in a room with a notice reading 'Make up or never leave!'.