camino de los ojos rojos
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A wide shot from a low angle looks up the length of a dirty, grime-streaked back alley nestled between towering dark buildings. The only illumination comes from cold, pale light leaking from high windows, casting long, distorted shadows across the cracked pavement. In the midground, a wolf beastman boy with grey fur and irregular black patches cringes as he walks forward, his body hunched in terror and his eyes wide with dread; a canvas student tote bag is slung over his left shoulder, swaying with his trembling steps. Four dark purple-black hands emerge from the shadows: one grips the nape of his neck from behind, and two others clamp tightly around both of his ankles, pulling him backward. Deep in the background, a faint, blurry entity shaped like a dark wolf beastman is pressed flat against the metal slats of an outdoor emergency fire escape, crawling face-down with a wide, sinister grin. The creature's blurred form stretches toward the boy, its limbs extending through the darkness to maintain its grip on his neck and legs. The damp asphalt reflects the dim window light in oily slicks, and a single discarded newspaper flutters in the cold draft. Quiet dread.
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