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EVERYTHING YOU'LL SEE ACTUALLY HAPPENED.

EVERYTHING ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING

-How are you? -I'm fine.

They say time doesn't come back and life doesn't stop.

@AUNT_NICE_ GOOD MORNING!

Though we try to predict everything, we never know what's really coming.

Hello.

A MEDIALAND SERIES

Just as we never know if today

is the last "good morning" we say to the neighbor...

the last wind to blow on our face,

the last time we listen to that song,

that makes us believe that one day we were happy.

Do you have some change? Please?

Calm down. Grandma's coming.

Are you all right?

Are you hungry?

I have a wonderful thing for you here.

Fresh.

I'll leave it here for you, alright?

Yeah... death.

The greatest mystery of life.

What would you do to know that your final minute is coming?

Back off!

Are you alright?

Who wouldn't want to know the exact moment

that precedes the farewell?

-Are you hungry? -Yes.

What would you do if you knew your last minute?

Would you say "I love you" to a secret love?

Grandma has a good snack for you.

Or eat that fattening sweet?

What's your name?

Would you steal a kiss?

Would you run at two hundred an hour?

Would you put an end to what you hate the most?

How to recognize the black angel?

How to look at death in the eyes?

How to deny her the greatest wish of all?

Your life.

How to avoid reaching out to the Last Judgment?

Stay with God, my love.

-Goodbye. Be careful, kid! -How will it be?

How will the farewell be?

Does a movie of your life pass through our eyes for the last time?

Do we see what we live or what we would like to have lived?

As a kind of mercy prize for the mediocre history we made...

we chose, we preferred to write.

Do we see light at the end of the tunnel?

Does our little childhood dog come to receive his old owner?

Do we come to some place white, beautiful, clean and full of peace?

And God?

Does He exist after all this?

Or does everything simply black out...

in the cold, in emptiness and in solitude?

If life has no replay...

then the best choice is to move on.

Maybe there's no tomorrow.

So we better do everything very well done today.

Smile for selfie, eat candy, get drunk,

find a victim in the deep web

and make him pay dearly for his mistakes.

You know that bunch of fake emails that arrive every day for everyone?

Yeah, that silly-faced guy who likes math...

is one of those who sends these emails all day for a lot of people.

That's what we call a fisherman.

He loves making baits for the little fish

who don't know that earthworms don't stand on hooks.

Messages that guarantee that you are a millionaire in another country

or that the bank register is outdated.

Then, click here to update your data.

And detail: You don't even have an account in that bank.

Or unbeatable offers of expensive products for only ten reais.

Emails for humanitarian aid applications for hackers living in Sweden.

Everyone's seen it.

Do you think no one will fall for it?

This is aunt Nice.

Auntie Nice still believes in humanity

and even thinks there are more honest people than con men.

Aunt Nice is sure no one is cheating on her.

And she guarantees she earned two million dollars from a grandfather.

Detail: She's never known him.

And, to receive the inheritance, you just need to click here

and pass your data.

Aunt Nice is the right fish for the fisherman.

Just today he got more than 100 aunt Nices

who will become slaves in his group of zombie computers.

Auntie Nice doesn't notice the money that leaves her account every month.

It's just one real.

One real from one aunt Nice doesn't make a summer, does it?

What about one real from 150.000 aunt Nices?

Every month.

A 150.000 reais salary is not bad

for a young man who's never even finished college.

Why would he get off the couch?

Everything's so easy.

Or is it?

Gamebros is not against 150.000 aunt Nices giving one real per month, you know.

But to the right place.

Slice of Heaven Elderly Home is thankful for your donation.

And thank you for signing the monthly aid plan.

Yes, every month the Slice of Heaven Elderly Home

will receive one real from the aunt Nices

that the stupid brat got.

Everyone wants the easy way out.

Everyone sees the abs but nobody sees how many crunches the guy had to do.

Come on. You don't have to kill yourself at the gym.

Get 10 kg of muscle with our anabolic steroids.

No way that it will hurt you. Never!

Think of the beach ladies and forget about your liver.

ANABOLIC STEROID

OFFERS OF THE DAY

How to make this skinny fish understand that there's no short path?

EXTRA-STRONG MINT CANDY

Easy.

Don't let him discover shortcuts to the short path.

Get that ass up and go to the gym, loser.

Did you notice Gamebros now has his mark on everything he does?

Now no one else can sign for him.

One question:

Do you think Gamebros is a punisher or a savior?

-Can I have the Wi-Fi password? -Sure.

It's "silly girl", all capital.

"Silly girl."

Thanks.

Of course this is not the password.

But of course when she puts the restaurant password,

she will be the waiter's silly girl.

Not the first, but the hundredth.

Didn't your mother teach you not to accept candy from strangers?

So why do you accept Wi-Fi from strangers?

I HAVE YOUR DATA AND NUDES. I WANT A THOUSAND REAIS!

And Gamebros the Savior comes into play.

Is the waiter going to hack again?

Of course.

People return to the starting point after being scared.

Even after a big scare.

They just need to feel safe and go back to being what they were.

All right, we love drying ice.

Good boy!

Give me some money, man.

I'm hungry, come on.

-Are you hungry? -I knew it, man.

You seem nice.

-You look like a good guy. -Take it.

No, man, I'm sorry, you don't have to kill me.

Sorry, man. Sorry.

Hunger.

Hunger is the most humane feeling.

It serves to remind you that you are alive.

HOMICIDE - CHPP

And Heitor is hungry for XXX.

-Hi. -Hi, doctor.

-I was coming in. Is Gilda there? -Yeah, she didn't come today.

Did something happen?

Her voice was really bad, I think she's very cold.

Good morning.

Listen, Gilda is not out there.

We already know Glauber.

Were you not at the new crime scene?

Yeah, I was there, Doc.

Nothing much, just a beggar, he must have drunk too much.

-I'll finish the report later, okay? -Fine.

Glauber where did the beggar die?

There, in the Republic.

My goodness, do you have cancer?

-Glauber! -Come on! I was just asking.

He came from chemo.

Damn.

And you're not feeling bad?

Well, I don't feel good. Took some expensive medicines.

I don't even know how to pay.

I always knew that anyone who does chemotherapy goes sick.

Yeah, but this remedy is very expensive, so it has a very good effect.

How many chemos have you done?

This is the fourth.

Look, you still have hair.

No, apparently I do, but some holes are beginning to appear here.

-Will you take off your hat? -No, I won't.

I don't want to show anything.

Doctor, can we please talk about Gamebros?

Gael, give me a chemo like that.

I also look forward to have that body.

Well, Heitor discovered new things about Gamebros

and he wants to share it with us. Let's go?

The most important thing for a hacker is the anonymity of the real identity.

Right, Gael? You want to be known...

but not recognized, got it?

No.

Why would I want to do a lot of shit and then people know that it was me?

What's the fun of having sex with Brad Pitt and not telling anyone?

It's kind of like that, Doctor.

There is a lot of exhibitionism, but it's more serious than that.

In fact, it's a matter of showing who has more power

and how far you can get, what you can get.

Do you understand?

It's as if Superman showed his X-Ray vision to Batman.

And Batman showed the utility belt to Superman.

That's gay as fuck!

I show you mine...

-and you show yours, is that it? -Yeah!

Yes, if you have something to show.

Do you have something to show, Glauber?

Damn!

It's getting hot in here, do you want us to get out a little bit?

Gamebros appears as responsible...

which doesn't mean he's the real criminal.

Gael unintentionally...

managed to pull the IP that had erased the images.

Did the IP appear too?

Guys, IP?

I don't know...

An IP is like an address, you know?

It's the address of the computer that Gamebros used to erase the images.

Which the hacker used.

-The hacker. -Wait a second.

So you mean you can get the guy who's behind all this?

Yes.

Guy! What are we doing here then?

Who will you arrest, Doctor?

Gamebros, right?

And who is Gamebros?

This is where our case doesn't close.

We have to find out who is XXX and not Gamebros.

Yeah, but why XXX?

Gael, you did a great job, great work.

When you discovered the senders of Rita's message...

who sent the video to Eduardo's cell phone...

and also who erased the pics from Glauber's nephew case.

These three cases lead to the same PI.

This one, look?

Heitor, but does that prove Gamebros is behind all this?

Yeah.

Stop it, man. Where does this guy hide?

-Nowhere. -Exactly.

The address is nowhere.

-It's invalid, isn't it? -No. Easy.

I don't understand. Why do we have to go after XXX...

-and not Gamebros? -Yeah.

Very simple, Dr. Roberto.

I found it weird that Gamebros had so many crimes on his back.

Very strange. Something didn't fit.

He even made a point of showing he was the criminal.

Then I tried to find out who Gamebros is.

I saw that he's a very active hacker.

No, but Eduardo did the same and found very little about him.

Eduardo searched the wrong places.

I found.

Gamebros didn't only send all the material that closed the case

about Bras' store...

but he's also known out there as a kind of...

savior.

No, not a savior.

Punisher! Right?

He's no Savior.

We can't mix things up like that.

Yes, a punisher.

He goes after people who commit virtual crimes without punishment.

Why do you call him a savior?

Because that's how the people he saved call him.

Savior.

What kind of crime is he fighting?

Crimes you don't even know exist.

So you are saying this Gamebros

is an Internet superhero.

Is that it?

That's what we can't let people think about this thing.

He's not a superhero.

He's not.

So what does XXX have to do with all this?

Look.

XXX is a heavy hacker...

who uses this weird avatar here

to commit all kinds of crime.

He cuts people alive, mutilates,

breaks legs, burns houses.

Are you mad at someone?

You can use his service there.

Have you ever imagined?

To do that?

This is heavy stuff.

Are you sure XXX can't be Gamebros?

-Of course not, Doctor. -Sorry.

I got a little dizzy, sorry.

-Want some water? -Yes, please.

-Are you alright, Gael? -I'm fine, I just got dizzy, it's common.

-Do you want to get some air? -No thanks.

No, doctor.

It's the same thing as saying that Batman...

and the Penguin are the same person.

You got attached to Batman, didn't you?

Speaking of Batman, where's Robin?

Where's Eduardo?

Let's say I gave him a break,

to cool off a bit.

There's something I don't understand.

You are saying that all this...

Rita, the case with my daughter...

all this was done by XXX, is that it?

What about this envelope...

that I received with all the evidence of the Bras case?

Was it also XXX?

If they give you a lemon...

No.

That was Gamebros, doctor.

He was trying to help the police.

Sling shoot it at the face of the enemy.

If XXX wants to play...

Gamebros should use something in his favor.

Wait.

So let's rearrange it here.

This is XXX and this...

is Gamebros. Right?

Now one thing is not closing for me.

Why is XXX...

doing all this...

with Gamebros?

XXX is jealous of Gamebros.

He's already becoming a myth on the internet.

And another very important detail:

Gamebros is doing something XXX will never forgive.

It is going after XXX's actual clients.

He's feeding them their own poison.

No, no. Wait, guys. Just one thing.

Wait a second.

There are lots of purchases on this site here...

of people being cut alive

-in the name of Gamebros. -What happens is...

the sender "Gamebros" was inserted there.

Probably to protect XXX's actual client.

But I'll find out who it is.

-I'll soon have the name. -Fine.

When are we going to grab XXX then?

After Heitor decides whether it's going to be the police

or Gamebros who will solve this story with XXX.

I don't know, Gael. I find you very weird, man.

I know you're very hardworking but, I don't know, you're very weak.

-No, no. It's all right. -Won't you rather...

stop working for a while?

-Ask for a medical leave? -No, Heitor.

Please. Don't take away my work.

It's the only thing that gives me a reason to live, please.

Fine. Alright.

I just don't want you to go beyond your limits.

-Fine? -Thank you.

Well...

If you want to work...

I need to ask you a question.

A guy who understands technology as much as you do...

you didn't think to trace this IP to see who was behind

-this case with Glauber? -Dude, there was no IP.

Are you sure?

I don't lie.

Well...

I'm still investigating...

but the IP was from inside this building.

I'm sure.

I didn't say anything yet. Kept to myself at the meeting.

But it's very weird, Gael. Very strange.

We were helping Glauber as a friend. It doesn't make sense.

There's no reason anyone would change this IP or delete those images.

Whoever did this is right here, inside this building.

Dude, why didn't you say that at the meeting?

Of course not.

Who said Dr. Patricia or Dr. Roberto are not behind it?

You mean they might be Gamebros?

No.

They and anyone can be XXX.

I, Eduardo, you.

Heitor...

-Are you suspicious of me? -Of course not.

You're too smart for that.

You wouldn't leave this open IP as evidence.

Please.

Well, I'm going to the bathroom.

Then we can have lunch, what do you think?

Let's go?

I'll have some juice.

Gael?

Gael, is everything alright?

Gael?

Hey?

Wake up, man.

Is it all right?

Alright?

Watch your glasses.

Get up, Gael.

Sit here for a while.

What happened?

-Are you alright? -I'm not alright.

-Should I take you to the hospital? -No, no.

-Are you sure? -No more hospital, please.

I'm fine, thanks.

-What happened, Gael? -I don't know, I was here...

I blacked out, I was...

-Did you eat something? -I didn't eat much today.

Alright, do this:

I'm going to get the juice you wanted.

-Please. -Cool?

-Are you feeling better? -I'm fine, people.

-Let me breathe. -Wait, lean on me.

-No, Glauber. There's no need... -Yes, there is. Don't be stubborn.

-Hold on. -Thank you.

There.

I BUY BRIGHT PLATINUM AND GOLD

I'm starting to like this Gamebros.

He's like me, likes to solve things quickly.

Gamebros deserves some slaps in the face

to learn not to play police.

Isn't it XXX who deserves some slaps in the face?

No, XXX has to die, get smoked.

The guy who made that website is an animal.

Yeah, you apparently dominated my room, right?

It became your office.

Can you let us work?

Do you know what this is?

What are you doing there?

Is that the beggar who died?

-What's the cause of death? -Jaywalking.

Jaywalking, Glauber? Is that what the coroner wrote?

Heitor, do you think I, Glauber,

will wait for the coroner's report to close the case?

He's just a beggar.

Gael.

Feeling better?

I'm much better, yes.

Thanks.

Look, your juice, I brought it to you.

Thank you, dear.

Heitor, don't you miss Eduardo?

No.

Some friend!

-I do, I like the brat. -Me too.

Eduardo is good people.

Ready.

Now just sign, Doctor, and another case closed in record time.

-Great. -I had it printed down the hall.

Fine. Let's get it.

Heitor.

Can I try to find out more about the Gamebros IP here?

XXX.

Yeah, sorry, XXX. Can I?

Must.

Don't they say the devil is in the detail?

First case,

man of unknown identity found dead in the street.

Cause of death: Not identified.

TAKE COVER! CHPP

Second beggar: Unknown identity found dead on the street.

Cause of death: Not identified.

Third case: Unknown identity found dead on the street.

Cause of death: Possible ingestion of pentobarbital.

Pentobarbital:

A barbiturate widely used in countries with legalized euthanasia.

It causes death quickly and may not be identified

if the autopsy is performed more than 24 hours after death.

Yes, to see everything that happens

first we really have to want to see.

This one looked at death in the eyes.

It's amazing how we can become absolutely invisible.

Dead or alive? It doesn't matter.

The body lies there lying on the floor until...

not everything seems so inhumane.

CLOSED

Coincidences exist?

Does destiny unite people?

No.

Sorry for the more sensitive, but there is only chance.

And chance is not enough.

It takes a great deal of goodwill

to perceive and want to see chance happening.

Gamebros could be trying to get XXX on his next lie.

In fact, he should have been doing this.

But he chose to be here,

looking for another chance in life.

Choices.

We are made all the time from choices.

We choose to go left or right,

to turn or not at the next corner.

To eat or not the sandwich that cute Aunt Nice gives to us.

An event can simply be the story of life.

Two events we may call coincidence.

Chance.

Three times has only one name:

Wickedness.

It's well said that the hand that caresses

is the one that can kill you.

It turns out death really looks like an angel!

Heitor, I found it.

-What did you think? -I found.

The IP address of Gamebros' shares.

-XXX. -Yeah, sorry, XXX. Look here.

There's only one thing: This IP address comes out of here.

Yeah, I already knew that.

Except that, being more specific, it's from a computer in this room.

Yeah, XXX is more than a crazy hacker.

XXX is an angry Gamebros fan.

Friend, friend.

How many millions in one city?

How many thousands in the same area?

How many hundreds on one street?

And yet we are able to always find the same people.

The same Mrs. Maria, the same Mr. Afonso...

the same aunt Nice of all days.

Hi, how are you?

And the old reality:

When you want to find, you don't.

In these times, coincidences, destinies and accidents

decide to hide.

But, as we talked about before,

even to see you have to really want to see.

Are you sure XXX used a computer from inside this building?

Look, Doc, I wish there was an easier way to tell it

but you are being deceived and it has been a long time.

But couldn't this computer have been hacked?

The Firewall that Heitor put on his computer is very strong.

It can't be hacked.

Even I who's, modestly, a good hacker, can't hack it.

Hey, friend?

Friend?

-Are you alright? -An angel?

An angel! An angel!

Or a demon.

Gamebros is playing the game of good and bad.

And in here.

Gael...

Do you think you can find out

what computer this XXX is working on?

Gael already said it, it's from Heitor's office.

Wait, are you saying XXX is someone in the Intelligence?

No, guys, I didn't say that.

-By the way, where's Heitor? -Heitor left.

Heitor sent you here for a meeting and left, is that it?

No.

After I heard Heitor and Gael talking about this whole story there,

I forced him to come here and tell us everything.

-I want to solve it! -Can't you wait for Heitor to arrive?

Fuck, Glauber.

I knew one day you would confess your love for Heitor.

-This looks beautiful, you know? -Roberto.

The guy's stuck-up, the guy's crazy, the guy's arrogant,

but Heitor is not a traitor.

No one said that.

But Eduardo...

No, no.

Easy. Easy. I just want to know if you know this woman.

It's her, it's her.

He seems to be such nice guy.

No, it's not possible.

Yes, I told you.

We've got the case almost closed.

-You were not going to tell me anything? -No, calm down.

I asked...

Heitor and Roberto not to say anything

because I needed Eduardo

not to realize we were

watching him, right?

But now that Gael is getting close, right?

Look, folks, actually...

I never let myself be fooled by Eduardo.

Since I got here and started working,

he always treats me differently, tries to undermine me, tries...

He has some issue with me because I...

I'm a little more competent than him.

When I saw how easily he got into XXX's site

and quickly downloaded your daughter's video...

There was something strange there.

Just put the pieces together and it becomes obvious.

And what do we do?

-That's the problem. -What?

Eduardo is gone.

Gone?

-It's gone? -Gone!

It's gone. The sandwich that bitch gave me is gone.

But she gave it to me, she gave it, she gave it...

That old wretch is becoming a ghost story here.

A ghost story. She's killing all of us in this street.

We're all dying in this street.

And nobody does anything.

No one does anything. No one does anything.

My brother died. My brother died.

And no one believed.

No one believed! Do you see? Everybody here.

Nobody wants to help us, nobody wants to help us.

Who helps?

Why did you run away?

Fear, fear, fear.

To be arrested.

Glauber, do you really think Eduardo

will you like to play nerd in jail?

Dude...

Guys, just one thing.

This thing about Eduardo being XXX is only a possibility...

or are you sure about that?

But beyond Eduardo...

who else do you think can be XXX?

Police, police.

The cops don't want to believe us, doctor.

I would end up arrested anyway.

My brother was already dead. Imagine if I end up in jail.

If nobody here sees what happens to us...

imagine in a jail, doctor?

If I say you can get help?

And now?

Destiny, coincidence or chance?

Hello?

Hi, doctor.

No, no, I'm entering the building.

Yeah. Fine. Alright.

How can't we be grateful for randomness when it shows up at the right time?

The exact time for all coincidences to happen

in the most natural way possible.

"Hi, Nice. Do you want to earn 25 reais in mobile credit?"

Of course I do! Yay!

And since XXX wants to play Gamebros,

it's time for Gamebros to play XXX.

If aunt Nice was not XXX's client,

it's because they hadn't met yet.

They are the perfect match.

Done.

History can always be rewritten.

Now, Aunt Nice and XXX are great old friends.

Great deep web partners.

It's time for Gamebros to wear the fantasy of chance

and let fate walk with its own legs.

Doctor, look at what arrived for me.

Three envelopes were in my office.

-Guess who sent it? -Gamebros?

-Himself. -Here, let me see.

What the fuck is that?

What's it?

What the fuck is that, guys?

Look, here, look. XXX's site is here.

FROM: GAMEBROS TO: DR. PATRÍCIA

-Who is Nice Mesquita Yoda? -I know this woman.

I see her every day around here.

-Is everything fine with you? -It's all good and you?

-Good to see you! -Good to see you, too.

-Very good. Bye. -Bye, bye.

-Are you sure? Is it her? -I am, I'm sure!

-Do you recognize her? -Yes, I see her every day.

She passes by here every day.

She must be a new XXX user.

So you mean this is a jigsaw puzzle?

What happened?

-What was it? -Gael?

Gael?

Gael?

-Help him. -Is it all right?

-Get up, man. -There.

-Are you good? Are you alright? -Yes, I am.

Boy, you're fainting a lot,

-this is not normal. -I know, sorry.

-Do you want some water? -The medicine.

-Do you want some water? -No, thank you.

Breathe, breathe, stay calm.

-Are you alright? -Feeling anything?

I think I'd better see my doctor.

-Sure, I'll go with you. -No, no, you don't have to.

-No, I'm going... -Do your job

and I'm used to doing it by myself, really.

-Are you sure? -I am, guys. It's all right.

Guys, it's not normal, my aunt died of it.

She didn't faint like that.

-But the reaction is different. -I'm going with you.

You don't have to, Heitor.

-Thank you. -Be careful.

I know.

HOMICIDE -CHPP

How do we let somebody go...

forever?

I'm going to get the bastard, she's here.

The angel said she's here. I'll get her.

I will avenge you, brother. I'll take revenge.

That wretch is here, the angel doesn't lie.

He doesn't lie. That angel doesn't lie.

He doesn't lie.

I'll get her. I will avenge you, brother.

I'll take revenge. I will avenge you, brother.

How to move on without looking at the past?

And how to look at the present without seeing what happened?

-The murder weapon. -The poison?

No, Patrícia, the sandwich.

Yeah, she bought poison here...

another XXX client.

Pentobarbital, right?

Holy crap, did you see?

This Gamebros, he loves to find serial killers.

Yeah, and look at that pretty woman's face there.

And to think I meet this lowlife everyday on the street.

Well, by the looks of it, folks,

she likes to hang around downtown, look.

How did we let this happen?

How come? What's she thinking?

These are people, not roaches that you poison and leave like this.

We have to do something, Roberto.

Calm down. You know how it is.

A dead beggar is only a beggar. It's always like that.

In fact, it's a beggar.

Not a "begga."

-See, Glauber? -What?

Fucking hell, Glauber. I signed this shit.

Do you need some Portuguese classes?

People! This is just a typo.

We couldn't see any of this

because none of these cases came as a murder.

These two were reported dead in the hospital.

And the coroner couldn't find anything.

Didn't find or didn't search.

Right? And the worse thing is

if this case falls in the press, you know what?

Some will turn this woman into a hero, a statue.

Here is the thing: "Case closed," Glauber?

Nothing is closed, alright?

This can no longer happen in this unit.

Let's reopen the case of the beggar who died today.

Let's focus on the investigation and try to pull all the other deaths.

Ideally, we should get a warrant for us to interrogate that Nice.

Glauber, you said you always meet this wackjob.

For Glauber, chance.

Everyday.

For Roberto, coincidence.

Great.

Let's take a walk.

Maybe we'll find her doing some shit.

All right?

For Patricia, fate.

It's the minimum, right?

I, on the other hand, called it Gamebros.

Ma'am, ma'am. Would you give me some food?

-I gave you food yesterday. -No, ma'am. You didn't.

Yes, I did. I never forget a face.

-You didn't, ma'am. -Yes, I do.

-Give me this! -No!

-Give me that. -It's mine!

Wait, wait. What's going on here?

-He's trying to rob me. -No, she's giving us poisoned food.

She's poisoning everyone.

-Easy. -It's a lie, it's a lie.

The angel said he was going to help,

he told me to talk to Dr. Roberto...

Easy, easy. I'm Dr. Roberto.

Calm down. I'm Dr. Roberto.

The angel didn't lie!

-Crazy! -Angels don't lie.

Wait. Wait!

-Where are you going? -I'm leaving.

-No, ma'am. -Who's going to stop me, you?

-Let me... -Stop! Stop!

Let me go! Let me go!

-Case closed? -Yeah.

We already know who XXX is and now we just need to make the arrest.

When will this happen?

I'm not in a hurry to get him.

Let him add a little more to his file.

And Eduardo?

I hope he's well.

Confidence.

They say that once trust is broken,

we don't regain it anymore.

Is it true?

-The angel, the angel. -Easy, easy.

-I brought you food. -No, not food.

Don't be afraid.

If we are all human,

we are all made of the same matter...

which is the overcoming.

The human being surpasses everything.

Overcomes betrayal...

falsehood...

and horror.

Stay put!

More than being able to trust someone,

we have to know who to trust.

What's up?

Miss me?

And we just can't rely too much on one person:

In ourselves.

Too much confidence in yourself generates your worst enemy:

The arrogance.

Arrogance is dumb...

blind, leaves traces.

Son of a bitch.

Arrogance leaves a mark.

Yeah, the arrogant ends up making clear the shit he is.

And if they say that what doesn't kill you strengthens you,

who made himself known as Heitor,

not only strengthened it

but also brought Gamebros back.

For you trying to destroy Gamebros...

my most sincere, thank you!

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION

ANY RESEMBLANCE WITH ACTUAL NAMES, FACTS OF PEOPLE IS MERE COINCIDENCE.