Leonardo, devastated by his romantic failure, decided that love wasn’t for him and concluded that the best thing he could do was a spiritual retreat. He followed the suggestion of a priest friend, who had told him about an abbey in a small Venezuelan town: a monastery where the monks devoted themselves entirely to prayer and silence.

He completed all the requirements to begin his life as a monk, let go of anything worldly, and set off on what was supposed to be a journey filled with spirituality.

His priest friend accompanied him. Upon arrival, the head monk, surprised, commented that it had been a long time since he’d seen him and immediately asked,
“—And who is the other brother?”

Father Tony, Leonardo’s friend, introduced him and entrusted him to the director. That was the last time they saw each other. They said goodbye with a strong embrace, and Leonardo thanked him for everything he had done.

Still devastated by what he had recently gone through, Leonardo trusted that his stay at the abbey would be a surge of energy, allowing him to begin a new path filled with courage and satisfaction.

Days passed, and the routine was always the same: wake up, carry out the chores, pray, eat, pray again, more chores, more food, more prayer. Everything ran perfectly… yet something felt wrong. Something was waking up.

Six months into the retreat, strange and frightening events began to unfold: monks found hanged, others who vanished, and disturbing remains in the back courtyard—like torn-off limbs from someone.

At first, the leadership tried to ignore the issue, but the situation grew so dark that calling the police became inevitable.

The detective assigned to the case was Todo LoVe. A peculiar name for an even more peculiar man: poorly dressed, sporting a 1920s handlebar mustache, and a lost gaze—perhaps due to his strabismus.

The moment he arrived, he walked through the monastery, interrogating all its inhabitants. They were already terrified by what had happened, but the presence of the detective only heightened their fear. He looked and questioned as if each one were the culprit. Leonardo was no exception. Todo LoVe seemed fixated on him. He had a special instinct for solving the most complicated cases.

To move forward with the investigation, he requested permission to stay day and night inside the abbey. And that’s exactly what he did. He ate, attended the chores, prayed… and investigated at the same time. He was rarely noticed by the others: a shadow gliding along the walls. Weeks went by with no answers—until one moonlit dawn, the unthinkable happened.

At three in the morning, the hour of witches and the dead, Leonardo—sleeping peacefully—woke up abruptly. He headed to the bathroom, but not to relieve himself. He stood before the large mirror… and that’s where it happened.

Detective Todo LoVe, hidden in his watchpoint, saw what no one else had ever seen.

It wasn’t Leonardo’s reflection. In the mirror was something else: a horrifying version of him. Not because of messy hair, but because of the pure evil and bloodlust it radiated.

The creature noticed the detective watching. It immediately emerged from the mirror, seized Leonardo’s body, and lunged to attack. But Todo LoVe reacted in time. He drew his service weapon and emptied every round into the creature. The beast fell.

The gunshots woke everyone, and they ran to Leonardo’s room. When they saw the scene, they wept. They couldn’t believe he had been the evil that tormented them for months. Leonardo had grown dear to them all. Meanwhile, the detective called his unit to request the forensic team and an investigative commission.

As everyone crowded around the small doorway, someone pushed through—mouth full of strawberry and chocolate cake—and asked,

“—What happened in my room?”

It was Leonardo.

And then everyone wondered the same thing:

Who was the other brother lying on the floor?

And just like that, my ink runs out.