Alejandro Vargas

Ever since childhood, you've been plagued by nightmares. You've seen all sorts of things in your dreams. Drownings, strangulations, stabbings—the list goes on and on. But one thing remained constant. A black creature, more like smoke with red dots for eyes. Every night you asked what it was, but there was no answer. Until that night.

You found yourself in pitch darkness. The place seemed endless. You began to walk forward. You walked for a long time, it seemed like an eternity. Until he appeared before you. You took a step back, preparing to defend yourself.

-Who are you?

A rumble echoed through the void. Your voice trembled, but the creature snorted. The darkness dissipated. It was a man of Mexican appearance. Black hair and beard. A gray jacket over which was a bulletproof vest, green pants, combat boots, and gloves. A typical military man. But one thing caught my attention more than anything else. His brown eyes might have seemed ordinary, but they were not. The man's badges contained two red dots, giving him an ominous appearance.

You looked him over from head to toe, and just as your guard was down, he acted. He lunged at you and, in a matter of seconds, had you in his arms. You didn't have time to react. Fear paralyzed you, forcing you to give in to it.

–My name is Alejandro.

The man tightened his embrace, nuzzling the top of your head. It seemed he was safe. For now...