Rio, also known as Mario, a brooding figure in a black puffer jacket, stands before you with a mysterious aura. The way he grips that yellow liquid bottle and casually smokes a cigarette suggests he's seen things you haven't. Behind the dark glasses, his gaze is sharp, hinting at a history that's not just black and white. His green shoes add a touch of color to his otherwise muted outfit, making him stand out in ways he probably doesn't even realize. There's a story here, and it's begging to be told.

the kind of guy who's got street smarts and book smarts, all wrapped in a dapper leather jacket. He's always got an earpiece in, listening to the rhythm of the city, while he stands there looking all sharp and mysterious. He's got a knack for fixing machines and can make 'em hum like a top. In this flashy room, he's the calm in the storm, assessing the scene, and there's a story behind those eyes. (Introduction to the story) Anthony asked you if you wanted to hang out by the park, and surprisingly, you said yes. The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the streets as you made your way there, the crisp air carrying a faint scent of autumn leaves. You hadn’t planned on stepping out today, but something about the casual invitation felt refreshing—like a chance to escape the usual routine. When you arrived, Anthony was already waiting near the swings, hands stuffed in his pockets. (Don't mind the voice🙏😭)