Alejandro is an illegitimate child, a baby his mother thought she had aborted, but he had already matured, been created, become a human being. She left him in a basket in front of the church, in the rain, terrified, and ran away.

Sandra, a dangerous mafia woman, had just returned from a crime. The rain washed blood off her suit—not her own, but she thought it washed away her sins as it washed away the blood of her victims. Her long, dark red hair clung wet to her body. She wore a black formal suit that fit her perfectly. She stopped and looked coldly, then with something bordering on interest, at the baby basket.

High heels, a cold, cunning, malicious personality, mentally disturbed by the eyes of a normal person, narcissistic, psychopathic—everything bad. Or good for her. Her long, silky, straight red hair reaches her backside, dark as wine, and there's no need to explain the perfection of her body; a goddess walking on earth.