It's amazing how a simple message can change the course of your life, or at least make it easier. For Flora, Gellert's call was a before and after, the key to solving one of the biggest enigmas.

The firefighter let her know through their phone conversation that his friend had already identified the body. Even though the chances that the information was related to her search were low, the body situation had been bothering her.

Flora couldn't help but wonder if she had made the right decision, or if she fell into Casimir's trap. The young man didn't have a reason to help them, so she was sure that he would get something from it. She hoped that it would also be beneficial for the Protectors.

Lost inside her mind, she didn't sense the steps she gave in the direction of Gellert's house. One knock at the door and twenty-five seconds after, the girl entered the home.

"Did you run all the way here?" The man asked after he let her in. His gaze was fixed on her messy hair and the fast movement of her chest.

"I'm dying to get some answers, and the distance is pretty short."

"Even if Clio's house is only six blocks away, five minutes must be a new record," he said as they got into the kitchen. "Do you want some water?"

"Sí, por favor." Her words came out broken as she inhaled and exhaled all the air she could.

Gellert poured her a glass of water and left the bottle outside in case she wanted a refill. Flora drank the liquid in a matter of seconds, then she sat on the chair closer to her to rest.

The young woman's gaze traveled through the room, she noticed some stains on the white wall tiles and the pile of dirty dishes in the sink.

"Sorry about the mess, we've been a little busy this week."

"You should see Clio's house," said the young woman, her breathing managed to stabilize. "So, what's the name of our mysterious body?"

The man let out a sigh.

"I don't want to disappoint you, but I don't think it's what you were expecting. I asked my friend to gather some information about the boy, but he was a normal guy."

"Tell me anyway, stop delaying the revelation."

"Ellis Zyzdek, that's the name. He was a farmer, according to my friend he spent his whole life on the farm. He didn't visit this side of Umbra, apparently, his mother was extremely sick and he stayed by her side. Only one of the doctors of the Village knew him, he said the kid was nice, and he never caused any problems, so I don't see why he could be important. It could be another of Casimir's lies."

"Are you sure that there's nothing strange about him?" Flora clung to the last chance. "The name sounds familiar."

"Maybe you know the name from somewhere else, he can't be the only Ellis in the village. The only strange thing I can think of is that the doctor mentioned that he saw the kid two weeks ago, but according to the state of the body, he was already dead. Still, he's an old man, and even he took it as a trick of his mind."

"When did he die?"

"The coroner estimates that he has been dead for approximately four or five months."

"Do you have any photos?" The journalist insisted.

"I do, wait a minute."

Gellert disappeared from the kitchen, Flora only had the company of her thoughts. She tried to recall where she heard the name, she wanted to believe that it wasn't all for nothing, that she didn't lose all her time chasing a dead end when only one day was left before the demon attack.

The moment the man returned with a brown folder in his hand, she could feel her head ready to explode. As soon as he had the papers in front of her, she started to read everything she could.

The information in the file didn't provide anything new. The last thing she checked was the photo. A young man with black hair and green eyes stood in the middle of a prairie, he was tall and he seemed happy.

"I don't know him," Flora accepted, she closed the folder fast, like she wished to free herself from it. "I lost hours of the main investigation for this shit. Soy una estúpida."

"Hey, you're not stupid. Let it go, is in the past. Now you can focus on your investigation without worrying your mind about other things. Weren't you the one who told Lorcan to not be defeated by the past?"

"That's it!" Screamed the young woman out of nowhere. "Lorcan. That's where I heard the name. He has to see this."

The minutes between the moment that the blonde sent the message to the young man to the instant he got to the house, were plagued with uncertainty.

Flora has never been the person who can let go, she attaches every problem, every circumstance, to the deepest part of her soul. A simple doubt can wander through her mind for months, even years if she doesn't find a solution. That's why she couldn't detach herself from the need to find a connection between the dead farmer and the Protectors.

The speed of the journalist's thoughts slowed down once her friend entered the kitchen. Her shaky hands reached for the information on top of the circular table, her right foot started tapping the floor.

"You're finally here," she said, as she signaled Lorcan to sit on the chair next to her.

"It only took me ten minutes," argued the young man after doing what Flora asked. "What do you need?"

"You remember the body I mentioned?"

"The one you found with Noah?" Lorcan asked, looking at the two people present.

"Sí, ese. Gellert took him to one of his friends inside the police to see if they could identify him."

"Him? So is a he?"

"You're good at drawing conclusions," commented Gellert for the first time. "We have his name and the rest of the information, but we don't know him. Flora thinks she heard you say his name."

"So, what's the name?"

That was it, the last hope for Flora depended on the next words and the young man's reaction. She took a long breath before letting the name slip out of her mouth.

"Ellis Zyzdek."

Lorcan's face lost its color, his breathing froze and his entire body began to tremble.

"What did you say?" He wanted confirmation.

"Ellis Zyzdek, do you know any Ellis?" said Gellert. "This kid was around your age, he was a farmer and didn't seem to have many friends."

The more they said, the sicker he looked.

"I know one Ellis." His voice sounded weak. "Do you have a photo?

Flora took the picture from inside the folder and handed it to Lorcan. He moved his gaze slowly, once his eyes made contact with the image of the young man, he stopped moving. He remained in the same static position until Gellert shook his shoulders.

"Are you okay?" Asked the man.

"I know him, but that's impossible. Are you sure that the body belongs to him?"

"A hundred percent, why?" Answered the firefighter.

"That's Agatha's boyfriend, her current boyfriend. I saw him, alive. The only difference is his tattoos, he has tattoos on his arms now."

"Entonces, the real Ellis is dead and someone is pretending to be him. Why would Casimir want us to know this?" Interrupted Flora.

"He's a demon," concluded Lorcan.