La incómoda alianza entre Díaz y Seraphina 

In the heart of Oakhaven, an imbued with folklore and shaded for the sinister actions of the night weaver, detective Izzy Díaz ended at a crossroads. Research on terrifying crimes had wreaked havoc, which led him to the edge of exhaustion. Despite his tenacity, he realized that something vital was missing, something that conventional detective work could not provide. Rumors began to turn in the city in a woman named Seraphina, a medium known for her alleged skills to communicate with the spirits of the deceased. With heavy skepticism in his mind, Díaz doubted the idea of ​​looking for her.

For a particularly misty night, when the shadows danced strangely along the paved streets, it was found in front of the modest house of Seraphina. The building seemed trivial at first sight, but a sensation of inexplicable planting energy has the existence in H. P. Lovecraft, pressed in the air, keeping the hair on the back of its neck. Inspirating a deep inspiration, he knocked on the door. He opened, revealing a woman who seemed to embody the very supernatural essence: her black hair flowed like a liquid night, and her eyes shone in a light from another world.

"Detective Díaz," he said, his stable but sweet voice, as if waiting for him. "I know why you are here."

Diaz's skepticism exploded instantly. "You are just another chartan that seeks to exploit the tragedy of this city," he pushed back, crossing his arms defensive. "I am not here to entertain the nonsense."

Seraphina considered it with a mixture of patience and understanding. "Do you think I like that?" She replied, her voice fell to a whisper. "The spirits do not come to me with pleasure. They come to warn, they seek justice and, sometimes, to find peace. You are in the dark, detective. I can help you find the light. "

At that time, the air is thick of tension, like a storm that is prepared out of sight. Díaz felt an inexplicable traction towards the Seraphina, but his instinct shouted to retire. The story of Oakhaven Chuchota through the walls of his house, responsible for the stories of those who had ventured too close to the supernatural and had paid a high price. Despite its intestine, the weight of the investigation is coming more, pushing it reluctantly its offer.

"Very good," he gave. "But it's purely professional. I don't believe in your ... capacities."

"So let me show you," she replied, a touch of hesitant determination in her eyes.

When they began their collaboration, the two faced the intimidating task of overcoming their initial distrust. Díaz was a man of facts and evidence, while Seraphina belonged to a kingdom that challenged logic and explanation. His association was a dance of skepticism and belief, every step marked by moments of tension while sailing together in the treacherous waters of the investigation.

As the days have become weeks, the difficult alliance between Díaz and Seraphina began to evolve. The horrible method survey of the tissue night was relentless, and the two felt the growing pressure to discover the truth. They spent long hours at the weakly illuminated police station, paying evidence and witnesses. However, in the midst of tension, moments of trust each other began to emerge.

Díaz was often found with loss, plunged into the details of the case that did not seem to take anywhere. The frustration was bubbling under the surface, and was attacking it, questioning Seraphina's ideas as simple distractions of tangible evidence she was looking for. "You can't simply shake your hands and wait for them to materialize," he said, exasperated. "We need facts, without fantasies."

Seraphina, on the other hand, felt the weight of her dismissal. "You are too concentrated in what can be seen, detective. The truth is often hidden in the shadow," he repaired, his stable voice. "If you want to catch the weaver at night, you must understand the darkness that motivates it."

His arguments often exploded as thunderstorms, full of passionate exchanges that resonated through the small office. However, like thunder, these conflicts would eventually give way to a strange camaraderie. Seraphina's ideas, although surrounded by ambiguity, began to shed light on the aspects of the case that Díaz had neglected.

One night, while analyzing a particularly horrible crime scene, Díaz was beaten by a detail that he could not understand. "Why would this symbol leave? It makes no sense," he murmured, frustration extends. Seraphina, feeling her problems, bowed closer.

"Sometimes symbols speak more than words," he says gently, his fingers tracking an invisible line in the air. "They tell stories of fear, sacrifice, the very essence of the history of Oakhaven."

His words were suspended in the air, heavy of meaning. At that time, Díaz realized that Seraphina's perspective was not just a distraction; It was an essential piece of puzzle. It is a revelation that changed the dynamics of its association. He began to trust his ideas, not only as a last resort, but as a beautiful resource that completed his research skills.

His discussions have become a mixture of rational analysis and mystical interpretation. Díaz would present the facts, and be tissue in a story that transcended the trivial. They began to share mutual respect, recognizing that their forces, although different, could create a more complete understanding of the case.

However, this alliance was not exempt from challenges. As they deepen the investigation, the tension between their worlds has become more pronounced. Díaz has often questioned Seraphina's motivations, concerned about her emotional well -being when she was hitting the supernatural elements of the case.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked, the concern recorded on his face. "You don't have to put yourself in danger."

Seraphina smiled sadly, including her protective instincts. "The danger is part of my existence, detective. Spirits want to be heard, and I am their voice. I can't get away from them, not now."

His unwavering commitment has often left Díaz without a defense, but has decided to protect him at all costs. He found Straddling on the line between the admiration for his courage and his concern for his safety. This internal conflict has fed its association, creating an emotional underlying current that has disputed and strengthened its link.

As the investigation advanced, fundamental moments appeared that solidified the role of Seraphina as an integral part of the team. A particularly disturbing night, after a horrible discovery in the forest that surrounds Oakhaven, Díaz and Seraphina, they found themselves fighting the implications of their last advance. Díaz stopped on the scene, an emotion that flows in his spine while looking at the macabre screen in front of him. The victim's body was organized in a way that reflected Oakhaven's old folklore, assuming him that the Night Weaver was trying to send a message. Frustrated, he scored backwards, trying to connect the points. "What does that mean?" He whispered, feeling the weight of the investigation that supported him.

Seraphina advanced, her look fixed on the scene with an intensity that bothered him. "It's a ritual, an invocation," he said, his voice just above a whisper. "He tries to arouse something."

Díaz frowned, skepticism bringing back.

Seraphina shook her head, her tomb of expression. "You don't understand. Spirits are agitated here. They have stories to tell, and use them as tools for their own dark desires. We must listen."

At that time, Díaz felt a flicker. He had always approached the investigation by emphasizing the tangible, but Seraphina's ideas have opened a door to a kingdom that had long rejected. He began to see the night not only as a serial murderer but as a figure intertwined with the very essence of Oakhaven's disturbing story.

As folklore deepens, Seraphina's visions have become more and more animated. One night, when they were alone at home, he experienced a powerful link with the minds of the city. "I see them," he whispered, his trembling hands telling the images that flooded his mind. "They are trapped, trapped in a cycle of pain and fear. The night weaver feeds on their energy."

Díaz looked with admiration while she spoke, her words weaving a comprehensive tapestry that she had desperately sought. It was at the time he achieved the true power of his alliance. Seraphina's supernatural capabilities were not just eccentricity; They were a vital asset in their search for truth.

Its association has become a mixture of strategy and intuition, each depending on the strengths of the other. Díaz's analytical spirit completed Seraphina's intuitive ideas, creating a dynamic that allowed them to unravel the intentions of the night weaver. While gathering the clues, the investigation took a new emergency, pushing them closer to the heart of the darkness that was in Oakhaven.

While the investigation was conducted, the difficult alliance between Díaz and Seraphina became a powerful association. His initial skepticism has given way to trust gradually, forged through shared experiences and the understanding that the truth exceeded the surface. Each challenge they faced have compared, allowing them to face the shadows that are coming in Oakhaven.

Díaz learned to kiss the unknown, recognizing that fear could paralyze or drive it. Seraphina has become not only a medium, but also a friend, a confidant who understood the weight of the ghosts they found, both literal and metaphorical. Together, they sailed in the treacherous landscape of Oakhaven's darkness, determined to unravel the mystery of the night weaver and do justice to those who had suffered.

His trip was far from finishing, but with each revelation, they approached the truth. The supernatural and rational intertwined, creating a story that transcended his individual experiences. While they were standing on the edge of the abyss, they understood that the power of their alliance did not live only in their differences, but in their common commitment to face the darkness that threatened to consume Oakhaven. In the end, it is this same alliance that would prove to be the key to unlocking the secrets of the weaver at night, taking them to a confrontation that would forever change the destiny of Oakhaven and the life of those who called him at home. Together, they would face the shadows, unraveling the mysteries that were hidden in the heart of darkness.

By Carlos del Puente relatos