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But it was the mouth that froze Mateo’s blood. The fish snapped at the air, revealing rows of triangular, razor-sharp teeth that clicked together with the sound of a closing trap.

How should the story continue? One option is to explore what happens next when Mateo's younger sister accidentally drops something valuable into the water, or perhaps skip ahead to when a grown-up Mateo returns to the river with his own secrets. PiraГ±a 1

For a heartbeat, nothing happened. Then, the water didn't just ripple—it boiled . But it was the mouth that froze Mateo’s blood

To prove his bravery, Mateo lowered his right foot until his big toe broke the surface. A tiny ripple fanned out, silver against the obsidian water. One option is to explore what happens next

"That was Piraña One," Tomas said, his voice dropping to a low rumble. "The scout. The one who tells the others that something soft has entered the territory."

"He tasted you," Abuelo corrected, returning to his net. "In the jungle, everything has a name, and everything has a number. Today, you learned why we stay on the wood and leave the water to the shadows."

Mateo looked at his toe. A tiny, perfect scratch sat right on the tip, a single bead of blood blooming like a ruby. "He touched me," Mateo whispered, his bravado gone.