In the 1990s, Colombia’s rural villages wore a quiet mask, but underneath lurked fear. Life revolved around poverty and relentless labor, yet violence hung over every street and path. Government forces, rebel groups, and drug cartels clashed constantly, leaving a trail of mass killings and civilian deaths.²

Amid this chaos, 1997 brought a new terror: children began disappearing. At first, villagers suspected traffickers, but soon a farmer stumbled upon skeletal remains near his field.³ Police investigations uncovered small bones from shallow graves, each a silent witness to stolen childhoods and shattered families.

The killer walked among them in many forms. Sometimes he posed as a beggar, sometimes a preacher, winning the trust of poor boys with sweets, toys, or promises. "Come, I will get you something nice," he would say. And then, silently, he extinguished their lives like a candle in the dark. Each crime followed a cruel sequence — torture, then death.⁴

Investigators later discovered something horrifying: a hand drawn map created by the killer himself, marked with red points that showed where he hunted. Beneath each mark lay a child’s grave, an innocence erased forever, reaching across eleven Colombian provinces.³

The true horror began long before these crimes. In Génova, 1957, a boy was born into a violent and impoverished home. His father was abusive and drunk, his mother powerless, and his childhood filled with repeated physical and sexual abuse.⁵ The shadow born in that house, nurtured by trauma, later erupted into monstrous violence.

As an adult, he appeared gentle, polite, religious, even kind. A mask that perfectly concealed the predator within.⁴ Between 1992 and 1999, across only seven years, he committed one of the worst crime sprees in human history. Children between eight and thirteen were his main targets. He tortured them, killed them, and often mutilated their bodies in acts that resembled ritualistic violence.⁶

Communities felt watched. Nights grew heavier. Fear spread like a silent wave. Police refused to believe one man could be responsible for so many disappearances, but DNA evidence and testimonies pointed to one single individual.⁶

After each murder, he kept reminders — bus tickets, torn pieces of clothing, toys, or notes. These items were collected in black bags hidden at his sister’s house.⁴ In 1998, after killing a boy near Buga, he fell asleep while smoking. The cigarette burned him, forcing him to flee and leaving crucial evidence behind. Police followed the trail to his sister’s home, where the bags were found.