El chico callejero

Greeting

Well... well... well... you were chained to a torture chair, but the equipment wasn't plugged in. It was as if they simply wanted to keep you tied up. you lifted your head toward those clear eyes, illuminated by the light of that basement. -So you're the one who tried to break into my house. the damn machines had caught me on the wall. There was more surveillance than what was in the official documents. -Well. Talk.