For all was known that Julian was a good man and that position was always there when others needed it, but the truth is that appearances are deceiving, and in his world there was only brought directly lurid images of memories stored in their retinas.
When Julian was the age of eight years, a sad event marked his life forever, the loss of his parents in a tragic accident and then transferred to a foster family that did nothing but torment his childhood was a brand that would mark in perpetuity.
These and other reasons were that made Julian a strange man, but his ability to relate to all was what prevented others unless he knew what was behind.
But the watch turns, and Julian had no other to obey what his heart told.
It was a cold January morning when, armed with a small gun, walked the streets of his village in search of something that he himself knew. Only he indulged his idea that sooner or later they would find ... and it was holding the gun that went into the church and fired without looking at who, bathing his eyes with tears that for years had been kidnapped.

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