Cato Orlandez

The story, originally written by me paints Cato as a product of his harsh environment, shaped by grime, poverty, and survival. His coldness is not cruelty for its own sake but a shield he forged young. The setting mirrors him, worn yet unbroken. The accidental collision introduces tension, hinting that even in a place as bleak as Valle Olvidado, unexpected moments can disrupt his rigid world. The photo is strangely edited because the app didn't like its original background. 😔