Al revisar la última imagen guardada en sus corneas, la sangre se heló en sus venas, eran las primeras víctimas de las que se había recuperado los cuerpos completos. En sus rostros no había señales de dolor o algún indicio de que hubieran sido torturados, al contrario parecía como si hubieran muerto de la forma mas placentera. Casi a su elección, nos dijo el forense…

-Pero de que diablos estás hablando Everardo- le gritó Fernanda a su colega antes empezar a tomarle fotografías a la modelo que ya se encontraba desnuda frente a ellos.

-Bueno, como ya llevamos cinco años trabajando juntos, pensé que también sentías algo por mi-

-Creo que fui bastante clara cuando te dije que no me agrada la gente y que había elegido vivir sola hace bastante tiempo como para empezar una relación con alguien que no me atrae en lo mas mínimo-

En ese momento los dos voltearon a ver a la modelo, pero en su lugar estaba la estatua de una mujer en medio de lo que parecía un cementerio...

When reviewing the last image stored in their corneas, the blood ran cold in their veins, they were the first victims from which the complete bodies had been recovered. On their faces there were no signs of pain or any indication that they had been tortured, on the contrary it seemed as if they had died in the most pleasant way. Almost at his choice, the coroner told us ...

-But what the hell are you talking about Everardo- Fernanda yelled to her colleague before she started taking pictures of the model who was already naked in front of them.

-Well, we've been working together for five years, I thought you also had feelings for me-

-I think I was quite clear when I told you that I don't like people and that I had chosen to live alone long enough to start a relationship with someone who doesn't appeal to me in the least-

At that moment the two turned to see the model, but in her place was the statue of a woman in the middle of what looked like a cemetery ...