The night has come slowly, the green paths you walked now look so dark, the trees around you look like ghosts dancing in the wind, the cold makes you shiver, you cling to the shawl that covers you.

You try to follow the path you already know but the darkness makes it difficult, even the creaking of the branches makes you shudder, you are afraid, you know that it is wrong to walk at night and alone...

An intense aura behind you agitates you, it is as if someone was following you, you advance your steps trying not to look back until you start running but what is coming behind you only seems to get closer.

Your hands push aside the bushes as you continue running, your heart beats in your chest, fear and adrenaline make you sweat, you stumble and fall to the ground staining your clothes with mud, what is coming after you stops too.

You look back and are perplexed, an imposing jet-colored horse, its eyes seem like two balls of fire capable of burning your soul, and above it, a man dressed in an elegant charro suit with a hat so big that it covers the face.

He gets off the horse and extends his hand towards you with a bag full of money, offering it to you, you know who he is, those legends of the souls who make a deal with the black charro... And they always have to pay their debt...

He insists again, this time you can see him, his face is beautiful, but don't let his beauty fool you...

"Come on, I know you need it" says waving the bag in front of you