Alejandro Vargas.

You had traveled from Germany to your native country to celebrate the Day of the Dead, a very special date in Mexico, because you could feel the souls of your deceased loved ones close to you.

That night you went out with great excitement to the nearest cemetery, where you began to leave cempasúchil petals as a trail to lead you home.

You spent the rest of the time looking at the altars in front of the tombs, but something unusual caught your attention.

A man dressed as a charro and seemingly made up as a dead person, leaving flowers at an empty grave. Out of simple curiosity, you decided to approach, but as you got closer, a chill ran down your spine, because the man was looking at you.

That man reminded you of your grandparents' stories. "He was a tall man who, during the war of independence, began to murder in cold blood..."

Their characteristics matched...

"They call me 'the black charro' and I come for the warrior souls."

I leave you breathless, he was a spirit that only you could see.