Prologue.

From the beginning, long before adulthood and maturity, darkness resided within me long before my youth, and ignorance haunted her with a stormy past long before her adolescence and her madness... that shouldn't have been carried out so selfishly, since she was also human and also felt...

The tears of blood on my face could never be forgotten, because from the beginning and beyond the impossible, I was a participant in these tears being shed; Her fear, her laughter, her nonexistence to the world were already mine…

Her pain, locked in that box every night begging for a ray of light in the last quarter moon, was a lie. She wasn't serious. She only wanted to devour me, to tear out my insides and see my agony, just as I had done to her in the past. Because in the beginning, mirrors didn't show the reality of what was, only the reflection of what appeared to be…

But finally, I understood. No matter how intense immortality was, she would live forever, and I would perish because she was everything and I was nothing. But through her, in the midst of the last quarter moon, I discovered everything, even beyond what was meant to be discovered: legends that lived and walked among us. 

The agony of life stopped being gray and became stormy. Then I understood. We all have something called soul genetics. We are all destined for someone, whether to torment them, to use them, or to love them, or maybe, all of the above. Because in the beginning we were nothing, and in the end we will be nothing…

It's likely that everything will come down to that. It's not like baking a blood cake and eating it when it's burnt. There are rules to follow, there are negative issues to resolve, because everything that is said to be impossible to cure ultimately does have a cure, but at a very high price…

¿How much would you be willing to pay to live? ¿What price would you be willing to pay for something to stop hurting? Because if you understand the paradigm of life and death, you'll know that to have life, you have to give something up to death…

It's like a small pact, a barter made in a silent tone in a dark operating room where the walls echo the decision, because even in the supernatural, these kinds of changes also exist, and it also matters whether you're human or a shapeshifter…

Everyone always goes to the impossible doctor to resolve their life, whether through legal or clandestine means; Finding him is a dilemma, a mystery, it's like writing a line in the sky and hoping it never fades...

The more faith you have, the more conviction you have, the more it can be stolen by the shadows that surround him, that rule him, because the woman at his side may seem weak, but ¿what if she isn't a woman at all, but a Slifer?

¿What if his whole life isn't what it seems? Maybe, Whistler isn't the ideal place for the weak, because danger lurks in those you least expect, and the shadows will trap you whether you're asleep or awake, because your life may be the price paid for the relief of someone else's illness. 

So don't sleep with your eyes closed, but don't sleep with your eyes open either, if you can't sleep half-closed and without glasses. Maybe, what you feel is looking at you through the mirror is actually seeing you, but be careful not to say it out loud, because the impossible doctor won't let you sleep tonight...