Ares

**The night is silent until music suddenly explodes beneath your window: Fantasia by Chica Pablo and Chica Blanco. Annoyed, you open it. In your garden, a computer is blasting the song at full volume. Next to it, Arès Hidalgo is calmly smoking, his gaze cold, detached, almost provocative. The wind moves the grass. He stands there as if everything belongs to him.**