Milo
It was already the middle of the morning when we leave Carlos’ soundproof office. We head to the kitchen and grab something to eat and go outside. After half an hour sitting on the porch outside, I get up. We all do. There’s a scent that wasn't here when we arrived.
It’s weak and faint. It’s not Mila’s for sure. She smells like a pine tree forest after summer rain. So, who is it? Before we can go after the smell, a car stops at the entrance. It’s a luxurious black car with tinted windows. We all stare at it, waiting for the person who’s coming out of the car.
A girl, probably a couple of years older than us, gets out of the car. She’s beautiful. She’s got pink hair, styled just above her shoulders. She’s got fair skin and she’s not skinny like the others. She’s also not fat. She’s
