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?

I was once again sitting in the Spanish restaurant, while I was looking carefully at the waitress I realize that she looks like the woman with white hair, could it be her sister? She is a young girl so I doubt she is his mother, I continue to investigate the girl, she seems to notice my presence and looks at me carefully, she smiled at me and then went to where the chef was.

Hearing that voice my body felt a shiver, I look to my right side to then see what the white haired woman was sitting on my right side, apparently she was grabbing my arm.

I said but she didn't seem to pay any attention to me, she just looked at me with a sad expression.

"You know I didn't have the chance to experience love, maybe that's why I'm holding your arm like I'm fond of you."

Another voice called me, this was the girl who looked like the woman with white hair, she looked at me to then give me a paper with a number written down, Jessica that was the name of the girl who was in front of me.