He left the envelope on the table and walked out into the cool night air. Behind him, the beat dropped, smooth and relentless, masking the sound of the city's gears grinding to a halt.
"The rhythm is off, Tiago," Alexandre said before Tiago could even sit down. He didn't look up from his drink. "People think a carousel is just a ride. They don't realize it's a circle you can't break." INQUÉRITO | Carrossel - Part. Alexandre Carlo (Áudio)
"In this city, the truth is like that song," Alexandre whispered. "It’s catchy, it’s beautiful, and it’s playing on a loop while the world burns outside. You wanted to know who’s running the machine? Look at the people who never get off the ride." He left the envelope on the table and
Tiago realized then that the "Carrossel" wasn't just the name of the track or the club. It was the system—a spinning, dizzying blur of power where the same faces passed by every turn, always moving, but never going anywhere. He didn't look up from his drink