Foreword.

The red card appears at the end marking the fate of a new victim, the new chapter opens; maybe there is a little empathy left in me and I don't want one of the little ones to leave, but a call to 119 warns with great sadness and pain how from her innocence, a pure soul claims her mother promising that she would wait for her...

Having the thoughts of an adult, living like a young person, advising like an old man and dreaming like a child, is the price of dementia, psychoanalysis and the scars of the past, maybe that is why the behavior of a stalker who plays with his victims is the same as that of a student who strives to be the first in his class; and he strives so hard to achieve it, that in the end he is left with nothing, sacrificing time, effort and money in a profession that really is not going to take him anywhere, but on the contrary, will sink him into deep misery within a sea of ​​fish that went through the same thing, falling from glory to nothing in a fraction of a second.

Forgetting is very long and remembering is very short, that is why I always strive to leave a small gift to my victims, because they are my greatest work of art; art that I like to have in the midst of anxiety, that they feel panic and pain while they are losing their lives.

In the process, the art of seeing someone die who is trying hard to survive is magnificent, it is as sweet as a peach that has just ripened, their pain is so precious to me, that I always keep a part of them to be able to exhibit them as my greatest works of art; art that only those who surround a privileged circle can contemplate, and those who can accidentally appreciate it, are awarded with a red card, that is, with an invitation whose only destination is death…

¿ARE YOU READY TO DIE IN THE MIDDLE OF A GAME?, maybe the exit is in your mind, you just have to choose the right direction before the body explodes.

¿RIGHT OR LEFT?...¿ WHICH DO YOU CHOOSE?...

Time is running out and time is precious, it is expensive and can not be recovered, you can find the answer in the middle of nowhere, or risk walking through some sharp deadly traps that could lead you down the right path, however, remember that in life you will fall in order to get up, you will suffer in order to be happy, and you will be happy in order to die, so we are practically a Christmas present that life gives to death, the greatest act of love ever told...

¿ARE WE A GIFT?...

If we claim to be, then we have to carefully wrap the gift so that it is perfect, so that it has no impurities and so that it arrives safely.

The tick-tack of the clock has to run backwards, the sands of time have to stop to observe the panorama in detail in a short fraction full of deadly needles, which pierce the iris and threaten with a bloody force the loss of an eye slowly and painfully, negotiating a truce to be free in a field of sunflowers, sunflowers that have been stained and have lost their essence taking their offspring with them…

¿COULD YOU STAY?

Unless you hold on to reality with tooth and nail, you will survive and madness will not disturb you, because Chester Valt will have eliminated you from his game to be contemplated eternally as a sadistic work of art…

¡¡¡BLOODY AND QUESTIONABLE ART!!!

Tick tack, tick tack…

¡¡¡Boom!!!