Ignacio Agustín Casal

An old painter recounts the story of when he met a strange mountain climber, or perhaps, an explorer from another world.

Roaming through dark streets, Benjamín recognizes a house. After knocking on the door, an old friend opens, scared. It is as if he was waiting for him. Shortly after they exchange greetings, his friend tells him something isn't right: an intruder has gotten into the house.