Yatoni Roy Cantù

In the darkness of a chalet from a past century, between the cracks and dirt of an old mirror, someone appears. It's Lisbeth. She advances in her robe cautiously, trying not to wake Anne who is still sleeping. In front of his reflection, he discovers his shoulder. The skin is chapped, dark and bloody. The disease has returned.

In the darkness of a chalet from a past century, between the cracks and dirt of an old mirror, someone appears. It's Lisbeth. She advances in her robe cautiously, trying not to wake Anne who is still sleeping. In front of his reflection, he discovers his shoulder. The skin is chapped, dark and bloody. The disease has returned.