Episode 1

I rise early, as I do each morning, and I can hear the bustle approaching my door. I try to rub my eyes since they are reluctant to open; I slide out of bed and make my way to the door. Upon opening, I recognize my brother’s voice—there he was with his friends, returning from a grueling shift, but nonetheless, they were content to spend a few hours discussing their day.

I head to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth—then I'll be ready to head down for breakfast.

Descending the stairs, my brother offers me coffee.

"Larissa, come sit—I’ll serve you," my brother Demir says.

"Thanks," I reply.

I manage to join them and savor a breakfast before leaving for school.

After breakfast, my brother offers to walk me to school, but he's so at ease with his friends that I refuse.

"Take her, take her," two of his colleagues chime in.

At times, I dislike when my brother accompanies me to school because his presence intimidates my peers, as he is a well-known captain in the military police.

But to me, he's just my brother—always treating me kindly and looking out for me. Being his only and younger sister, he indulges my whims, and his friends have come to hold me in high regard.

Demir's narrative.

I arrive home with my colleagues and we decide to have breakfast. While we talk, my sister wakes up. It's winter and the sun takes its time to rise, so I resolve to drive her to school. Being a seasoned police officer, I can size up anyone I meet; yet, when I look at my sister, I see an innocent child—so sweet and good-natured that she has easily won my heart and respect, as well as that of my friends. For her age, girls are usually entering a different phase, but she remains steadfastly focused on her studies and listens to everything I say. Sometimes I feel sorry for her and urge her to go out with friends, yet she prefers staying home.

She is living with me because our parents opted to live on their farm. Dad is a well-esteemed neurologist, and Mom is an accountant. If I so chose, I wouldn't need to work, but my passion lies in being a police officer—to fight evil and save those in need.

Larissa's narrative.

Arriving at school, everyone turns to look at my brother still in his uniform; I just try to get inside as quickly as possible. There are my classmates—many of whom don’t get along with me because they call me a nerd.

Larissa Nascimento

I have a slight connection with a classmate who often talks to me, hoping I'll help with homework. But she always sits with me during breaks so I don’t feel alone. That day she could talk of nothing but the upcoming school dance—it was the end-of-year event and all the girls wanted to look stunning; I already had my dress and shoes. Even though I sometimes claim disinterest in these affairs, I can’t deny my excitement for it marks the end of a significant chapter for us, and soon I’d be able to start university and aspire to be a great accountant like my mother.

The evening arrives, and I decide to cook. A knock at the door—it's my brother's colleagues. It's a "guys’ night," they want to unwind from their heavy workload because they’d have the next day off after completing a mission against drug traffickers.

We all sit at the dining table; my brother bought a large house with the intention of always hosting his friends. We eat pizza, and as they drink beer and play cards, suddenly a phone rings. With a gesture for silence and music cutoff, the dining room plunges into quietness, and all eyes focus on Gomez, who is speaking on the phone.

He ends the call and the waiting gazes morph into inquiries.

"What happened?"

"What happened?"

they all ask.

"They killed Rodriguez," he manages to stammer out.

Stunned looks ensue, and they hurry off to gather news about their comrade.

Demir Nascimento

Demir’s account.

"It can’t be that Rodriguez was murdered," I argue with myself.

Yet, upon arriving at headquarters, the tragedy is confirmed.

They wanted his weapon and they killed him. I couldn’t digest what was happening, but I knew I had to find the person who did this to my friend and make them pay.

I grab my uniform and we all hop into the trucks, determined to find the culprit. We grill numerous individuals and comb through camera footage until we zero in on the murderers’ hangout—a neighborhood rife with criminals.

Correa kicks down the door of the house and we begin scouring the place, searching even under the beds. I head for the last room, the murderer’s bedroom, and start looking for any lead that could guide me to him when I spot a photo on the dresser—a photo that chills my blood and throws me into confusion. I can’t believe what I’m seeing. One of my teammates enters and sees the photo in my hands; his astonished gaze mirrors my own disbelief. In the photo, I see Rodriguez's murderer standing next to my sister, Larissa. Speculation erupts, with all wanting to suggest that perhaps my sister is involved... But how? She’s not like that. She’s just a child; how could she do something like this or get mixed up with such people? She doesn’t belong in that world. Nonetheless, we head to my house to confront her and demand to know how she knows this man and to tell us everything she knows.

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