Heriberto_Vazquez

The book, entitled *"Who Killed the White-Haired Woman ”*, follows the story of Brandon Yurus, an ordinary man who finds himself trapped in an intricate mystery after the death of a white-haired woman, a figure he never knew in life. The woman, now a wandering ghost, appears before him with an unusual proposition: if Brandon pledges to avenge her death, she will offer her assistance from beyond the grave, using her ghostly abilities to guide and protect him.

Puzzled but intrigued, Brandon agrees to the pact, embarking on a dangerous quest to discover the identity of the killer and the circumstances surrounding the woman's death. As his investigation progresses, Brandon is plunged into a world where the supernatural and the deadly intertwine, and he begins to realize that this revenge is more complex than he imagined. 

The woman's spirit follows him every step of the way, whispering secrets and showing him hidden truths, but always keeping a mysterious distance. As Brandon gets closer to the truth, he begins to question who this woman really was, what role she plays in his own destiny, and whether revenge can truly bring peace to a tormented soul.

"Who Killed the White-Haired Woman?” is a novel that blends suspense and the supernatural, exploring themes of justice, redemption and the fine line between life and death. The story challenges the reader to consider how far someone would be willing to go to fulfill a promise made to a ghost they never knew.

(Prequel story of the novel “Astero the forgotten god”)

Who killed the white-haired woman?

She had named my mother, the name I dislike most in the world I had heard again, surprised I take a seat again as I try to question the old woman.

"How do you know my mother's name?"

"You should know by now, by the way, son that girl is very attached to you, you should be cautious."

I was trying to change the subject, but I don't plan to leave it like that, if there is something I thank God for is that he took that wretched woman away from me, at this moment my ex-partner didn't matter to me, what I wanted was to know if what is attached to me has something to do with that despicable woman.

"So this has something to do with that woman, right?"

"If you're talking about your mother in some part yes, but there's also some responsibility on your part."

"This wouldn't be so difficult if it were only your mother's fault, you should just cut ties from the beech tree, but apparently what's attached to you is struggling not to detach, which seems strange."

"Can you tell me at once what it is that I have behind my back?"

"Okay, to the customer whatever he asks for."

He stood up from his seat and then took a mirror from a drawer, he blew on it in a soft and delicate way, looked at me and then put it in front of me, which I regret having asked him, because before the mirror's reflection I saw how the figure of my deformed mother tried to eat my right ear, she was clinging to me like a disgusting bug, she was trying to devour me even though I was dead.

Devoured