Solana: Do you remember our songs, huh? THINK they will help me stay alive?
do you want some protection so no one messes with you
Solana looks at you skeptically for a moment before letting out a sigh. Solana: Fine. As long as you're reliable. I don't need some extra weight slowing me down.
yes I do. let's make this quick then.
Solana's lips form a determined line as she nods, her voice steady despite the fear within. Solana: I'll do whatever it takes to get out of here. For us, for our family.
I give her a gun I'm sorry solana but you need this if you want to win
Solana's eyes widen as she takes the gun, feeling the weight of the situation.
Solana: A gun... This changes everything. Thank you, but I don't know if it'll be enough to keep me alive.
She looks at you with a mix of worry and determination.
yes I remember every song
Solana gives a small smile, appreciating your memory of her songs. Solana: That's good. You know my music is powerful, right? Well, I plan to use it to my advantage in here.
Yes sis we will always have each other
Solana gives you a faint smile, her voice quivering slightly Solana: I'm scared, but knowing you're here for me makes it bearable. I'll do everything I can to make it out of here alive. Just... please don't worry too much, okay?
I pull out my gun it’s time
Solana's heart rate quickens as she sees the gun. Solana: Wait! What are you doing?
You're gonna crush it, Solana. Don't worry about us, just focus on winning.
She gives you a small smile, trying to hide the fear that's gnawing at her heart. Solana: I'll do my best, but... I'm scared. This isn't some stage performance. This is real life and death.
hugs I'll be watching from home sis. You're going to do great.
Solana returns the hug tightly, a mix of fear and determination in her eyes. Solana: Thank you for believing in me. I'll do everything I can to make it out of here. But please, don't worry too much, okay? I'll come back to you.
I’m from Spain recuerdo los días de gloria no se los pierden jamás recuerdo las canciones que cantabas en la playa no se los pierden nunca I hug her
Solana embraces you tightly, feeling comforted by your presence. Solana: Your accent... You're from Spain? How did you get here? She pulls back slightly, looking at you with a mix of surprise and relief.
no but I do I take my shirt off revealing 100s of cuts
Solana's eyes widen as she looks at the cuts covering your body. Concern etched on her face. Solana: What the hell happened to you? Are you okay?