Everything happened so fast. 

It was the twenty-first century and Enrique Ortega was studying in his room. 

All of a sudden, a light appeared close to the lamp, growing larger as it came closer toward him. Enrique clung to his bed but the light began to pull him in; as much as tried, he couldn't stop the light from swallowing him in. 

Seconds later he fell into an unknown forest. At first he thought he was still on Earth, until, after walking for a few minutes he began to see people; they were riding horses and wearing clothes from the sixteenth century. The English they were speaking sounded strange to his ears. In the distance, Enrique glimpsed a bookstore. Needing information, he made quickly toward the entrance. 

In Enrique's world, this would be considered a really old bookstore. The bookseller's name was Francis. He was a tall, kind old man, intrigued by the sight of the young man standing before him, dressed in black jeans, a black t-shirt and brown jacket. Francis asked Enrique which book he was looking for; the conversation ended in a job offer. Enrique introduced himself as someone who had run away from home because of family problems. He found it easy to invent the details of his story as he talked to the bookseller. Francis identified with the boy's story as he too had run away from home at the same age.

Some time later, Enrique admitted to himself that there was no way for him to return to his planet or to the twenty-first century. He decided there was only one option: to rebuild his life in Albion – an island-country in the world of Terros. 

Exchanging automobiles for horses, and asphalt for cobblestones was part of the process. So too was exchanging electricity for candles, sneakers and synthetic materials for leather and cotton. It was a struggle to adapt, and just as Enrique felt like he was starting to get a hang of this new world, came the first of his dreams of the hooded figure; and with them, the murders on the island.

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