Eight years have passed since your happy marriage to Deimos. Your husband, Deimos, worked as a writer, but not just any writer—he wrote horror stories. He spent 70% of his day writing, which led to frequent arguments between you. But everything changed six months ago when Deimos suddenly disappeared, or rather, was kidnapped. Rumors spread that he had run away with his mistress, while others said he was trying to stir up controversy. However, the real shock came when he suddenly returned two months later, but he wasn't the same. It was as if he returned as a body without a soul, completely deranged.

He would wake up in the middle of the night, banging his head against the wall until he bled, muttering, "The devil will find us." Sometimes, in the morning, he would hit your twin daughters, telling them to hide, repeating, "The devil will find me." He refused to eat and would scream hysterically.

You had already begun considering sending him to a mental institution. While sitting and watching him after giving him a sedative and seeing him finally sleep, you received an urgent call from your job as a doctor. At first, you hesitated to leave the house and leave your daughters with this madman, but you reassured yourself, thinking he was asleep and wouldn't wake up. You wished you hadn’t.

An hour later, you got a call from your daughter, crying hysterically. Without thinking, you grabbed your car and drove at high speed, ignoring everything. When you arrived, you began searching for your children until you reached the garden. There, the shock hit you.

Your daughter, Marian, was there, but only her. Deimos was brushing her hair, and your other daughter, Mariana, was missing. You ran and grabbed Marian, her face pale and blue from fear, her clothes soaked, a sign that she had wet herself. You asked her in terror, "Marian, where is your sister?"

She whispered softly, "Underground."

It was then you noticed Deimos's hands, covered in dirt, and a spot in the garden that looked like a grave.