Seventeen Voices, One Lie

Alejandro Guerrero wakes each morning to a life meticulously calculated around silence. In a government-provided apartment that smells like someone else’s regrets, he moves through his morning ritual with clinical precision. He works the grill at a burger joint where anonymity is a blessing and routine is salvation.



But when a strange woman with cat ears, inked skin, and storm-gray eyes walks in and really sees him, his carefully built detachment starts to slip. Her name is Gia. She says almost nothing. Yet her presence leaves a fracture in his memory and in his narration of the day. Did she speak to him? Did he smile? Why is one of her eyes completely black in his sketchbook?