Read the foreword. Shadows that move during the night. Freezing souls that are tragically enveloped the ones in the others. Entities that look for a sense of their lives, never find it. What are we ? Where we go? Why all around us, from time immemorial, does the evil roam? What is it looking for, and most of all, why is it persecuting? And then, what does it hide under its perplexing ambiguity? Questions that don't have any answer and perhaps they will never have one. We only exist, this is the one certainty. Our eyes look at the surrounding world waiting for meeting a hidden light in the others' eyes. Sometimes the miracle occurs, but behind this strong energy, some asleep, vast destroying forces are hiding under. Woe to him who underestimates them. Woe to him who uncorks them! These, from time to time, escape from our control, crashing down on the world with such violence that the hurricane, in comparison, is a harmless little wind. The masks behind which we hide, by an obscure alchemy, become transparent and through them we show the horror of our beings. We are wickedness, envy, falsity, hardly ever sympathy, faith, altruism. We have to resign to this fact. To live means to have the courage to explore the darkest and deepest places of ourselves. The completed being is the person who, sacrificing parts of himself, entries without hesitation in the rugged road that leads up to grounding and wisdom. Our story treats quite of this purpose. It deals about people who constantly fight for vicious inner fights. Sometimes they are won, often unfortunately lost. About that, nevertheless, it will still be the bravery of people who had had the strength and the perseverance to look inside themselves.