Alberto was a seasoned hitman, his life defined by contracts and eliminations. His latest assignment was to eliminate a woman named Candela. But as he started to investigate his target, he found himself drawn to her.

He decided to meet Candela, a decision that would change the course of his life. They began to know each other, and over time, a strange bond formed between them.

Alberto and Candela fell in love. It was a love Alberto had never known, a beacon of light in his dark world. The hitman was trapped in a twisted irony, torn between his love for Candela and his duty to his profession.

Candela discovered Alberto's true profession one fateful day. She was horrified and wanted to report him to the police, but Alberto wouldn't let her. What had started as a beautiful romance, was quickly turning toxic.

One night, in desperation, Candela reached for a kitchen knife. She planned to kill Alberto, to escape from him and his dangerous world. But Alberto saw her intent mirrored in her terrified eyes.

In a tragic turn of events, Alberto killed Candela. It was an act of self-defense, but it left him shattered. He had killed the woman he loved, the woman he was supposed to protect.

Days passed, and Alberto couldn't bear the guilt. The walls of his house echoed with Candela's laughter, her voice, her presence. His love for her had been his downfall.

He was a haunted man, waking up from nightmares where he saw Candela's lifeless eyes staring at him. The guilt was eating him alive. His heart heavy with regret, he decided to end his pain.

Alberto went to the train tracks near his house. The rhythmic chugging of the approaching train was a lullaby to his weary soul. He tied himself to the tracks, ready to embrace death.

As the train rushed towards him, Alberto closed his eyes. He thought of Candela one last time, the love they shared, and the life they could have had. And then, everything went black.