You are entering a world like yours. There will be some things that will miss you, but it may be because they are not new, but because you have gotten so used to them that you no longer see them. " It is a world that seems about to fall apart, like yours. And in it Alegría has to survive, a young woman whose blood is particularly valuable, because she neither gets sick nor gets old. This has been realized by Cástor, a politician in low hours who knows that he has to offer something new, something with which to excite his voters again. But the Fool has also discovered that Alegría's blood is special; and he has promised Santa Muerte, of whom he is a worshiper, that he is going to put an end to that sacrilege that she could live forever. But be careful: “this is not an adventure novel. There will be no heroic actions, hectic rhythm, bizarre endings. Things happen as they happen to you, without dramatic music, without close-ups. Things happen, that's all. And the most important thing sometimes goes unnoticed. There is violence, yes, but, if you look closely, there is violence everywhere. We are surrounded by it. And AM - why is he called AM? - He watches from that apartment he has occupied on the fifteenth floor of a skyscraper, near the port. AM watches and wonders how to get Alegría out of the trouble she is in. He knows the city, the safe zones and the marginal zones, the underground labyrinths and its inhabitants; he collaborates with the mysterious (subversive? terrorist? poetic?) Army of Shadows. AM thinks continuously, write down what he thinks. And he knows there is hardly any time to act. Although, as he himself says, time is an invention of the powerful. Everything is happening now.