The rain in São Paulo hammered against the window of Lucas’s apartment, a relentless drumbeat that matched the typing of his fingers. It was 2:00 AM, and the blue light of his monitor was the only illumination in the room.
The subtitle flashed: "He is watching us through the glass. Don't let him turn it off."
The rain in São Paulo hammered against the window of Lucas’s apartment, a relentless drumbeat that matched the typing of his fingers. It was 2:00 AM, and the blue light of his monitor was the only illumination in the room.
The subtitle flashed: "He is watching us through the glass. Don't let him turn it off."