Echoes of the past.

Prologue.

In the shadow of ignorance crime will work…

While I think about that, the rain keeps falling, washing away the evidence needed to connect to the mystery, while the blood keeps seeping through the corners; I feel like I'm not enough anymore because nature is opposing us and we can't force it to work in our favor, because it is destroying all evidence in a subtle way, in an innocent way, and this only leaves me with the question:  ¿Does the killer work all day looking at which days it will rain? ¿Could it be some fanatic of meteorology?

Really, it could be anyone in this office because we all know that seeing calm and silencing a crime is committing it, and even though I was born to fight crime I am not capable of governing it, but if there is something I can assume is that most people in general bear dealing with vices and crimes much better because they know that they will always abound, but they omit talking about their failures and weaknesses, because they do not like to feel vulnerable…

 So, it is certain that anyone likes a good crime as long as they are not the victim or as long as they are not the perpetrator, but my heart is not big enough to dare to forgive the unforgivable, because forgiveness in my soul is sometimes a luxury that I cannot grant myself, since we are all reduced to doing so, but we are not limited to not leaving our mark in time, and that is why it happens that many names of influential and powerful people or even heinous criminals are written in history, simply because they are people who can forgive themselves for their own crimes, because they have forgiven a sin they have committed, which is unknown, because if I knew something useful about how it all began, I would put all the pieces in order and would only forget that everything tries to connect like the pieces of a puzzle…

And although at first it seemed easy and fun, I have discovered that current crimes are connected to an unsolved case that has been dormant for decades, a case that seems perfect and previously planned, as if the power of the perpetrator used force so that the victim does not have the right to be claimed, for something in the blood they carry their destiny and sometimes the chromosomes of inferiority can mix with the seeds of crime…

When they approach the danger meter, the alarms usually go off while I continue analyzing the question:  ¿How does the perpetrator intend to that criminal does not see him as a monster if he is relentless before my eyes, throwing those poor victims into those icy ravines, destroying their hands, their faces and even depriving them of their own skin? 

I feel disgust and repulsion at feeling my hands tied, but I can realize that it will rain today, they have not announced it on the news, but it is too sunny, so I know that tonight there will be a heavy rain, so I am prepared this time to follow the washed-up tracks to the perpetrator…