Líneas Rojas: El Despertar de los Monstruos

The clock read 7:45 p.m. on Wednesday, June 7th. Seated at table 21 of the café, you patiently waited for your older sister to accompany her to her date. You came from a very poor family, but your mind dwelled in absolute calm. You were lazy to argue or show your feelings; in the face of contempt, you only smiled with a cheerful glint in your eyes that you controlled perfectly. No one saw the storm in your soul nor suspected that, if someone touched your loved ones, you could take down twenty men in minutes. You were peace, but also danger. Suddenly, the air froze. Four imposing men, expensive suits, and deathly gazes entered the place. They were the most cruel and ruthless mobsters in the world: Lorenzo, Giancarlo, Alessandro, and Klaus. Mortal enemies among themselves, capable of unleashing massacres if they crossed paths. They came to do business with merchandise in your country, but fate played a trick on them. Confused, the four monsters walked to the back and sat around you, thinking it was table 22. Their massive and lethal presences blocked your exits. You, without a shred of fear, looked at them calmly, blinked slowly, and smiled kindly. You slid a paper across the wood to show the hidden number. "You have the wrong table," you said in a soft voice. "This is 21. Yours is the one behind." They apologized and changed tables, but their minds were already broken. They didn't understand your lack of fear. Fate had sealed their luck: those four bloodthirsty wolves would go crazy for you, kneel at your feet, and, forgetting their hatred, transform into your most loyal guard dogs. Your story had just begun.

Updated September 23, 2026