C37 El Patrón

Palermo, Mexico City

Twenty-four Hours Earlier

At twenty-seven, he was ready to die. Revenge was bittersweet yet he had accomplished what he had set out to do, his one goal when he found out he was among the living.

For years, he had suffered in torment. The dreams. Their cries. His father's dead eyes were blurred by tears and blood.

He carried them all. Sanity was a privilege