The rain fell all day long.

It wasn’t a violent storm with deafening thunder and raging winds. It was a different kind of rain… slow, persistent, as if the sky were patiently scattering each drop onto the earth to erase all traces of life.

The red dirt road leading into the desolate countryside had turned into a thick, muddy stretch. The murky puddles reflected the gray sky, and the tall trees on either side of the road were eerily silent.

Amidst this cold scene… stood a man.

He staggered along.

His clothes were tattered and matted with mud. Dried blood clung to his forehead and temples. His face was pale, his eyes vacant, like someone who had just woken from a long nightmare… but didn’t know where he was.

He didn’t even know… who he was.

Until a few months ago, this man had been one of the most powerful people in the country.

His name was Alejandro Rivers.

The heir to a multi-billion dollar empire.

But now… that name no longer existed in his memory.

The only thing left was his survival instinct.

A horrific car accident.

A terrible crash.

Blinding lights.

Then darkness.

When he woke up, he found himself lying in the middle of a deserted road, his body aching, his mind blank like a sheet of paper.

No one was looking for him in this remote place.

No one knew he was alive.

For weeks afterward, he wandered aimlessly.

Day after day.

Sometimes he slept under a tree, sometimes by the roadside. He ate whatever he could find—a few wild berries, a little rainwater clinging to leaves.

His body grew thinner day by day.

Until… it could no longer bear it.

One gloomy afternoon, he collapsed beside the wooden fence of a small house nestled in the middle of a vast field.

That house belonged to Laura.

Laura was a young woman, but the harshness of life had left her eyes weary beyond her years. Her hands were rough from years of working in the fields.

She lived there with her two children.

Matthew, ten years old.

Sophia, seven years old.

Their life was simple.

And difficult.

Laura grew vegetables, raised a few chickens, and sometimes took on odd jobs on nearby farms to earn enough money for rice and clothes for the children.

Their father had left the family many years ago.

He left behind only empty promises… and silence.

That afternoon, Laura was gathering firewood in the woods when she saw something lying beside the fence.

A human body.

Motionless.

Her heart pounded.

She approached cautiously.

For a moment, she thought he was dead.

But then… she saw his chest rise slightly.

He was still breathing.

Without hesitation, Laura pulled him up.

It wasn’t easy. The man weighed almost twice as much as her, and the mud made everything slippery. But with all her strength, she pulled him inside the house.

The two children stood in the doorway, their eyes wide with fear.

Sophia whispered softly:

—Mommy…is he dead?

Laura shook her head.

—No. But if we left him out there…he would have died.

She placed the man on the only empty bed in the house.

Laura barely slept that night.

She cleaned his wounds with warm water and old rags. Sometimes the man groaned unconsciously, muttering words no one understood.

It was as if he were trapped in dreams… dreams he himself couldn’t remember.

The next morning, he opened his eyes.

A bewildered look.

Laura was sitting beside him.

She whispered:

—Don’t move. You’re safe.

He looked at her… like a lost child.

After a long while, he asked in a hoarse voice:

—Who… am I?

That question plunged the small room into silence.

He couldn’t remember his name.

He couldn’t remember his past.

He couldn’t remember anything.

In the days that followed, he gradually recovered.

Laura decided to give him a temporary name.

Andrés.

Simply to give him an identity.

Andrés tried to help his family in any way he could.

He drew water from the well.

He repaired the fence.

He learned how to tend the vegetable garden.

But sometimes… strange things happened.

When he held a hammer or some other tool, his hands moved with astonishing precision.

As if his body still remembered… things his mind had forgotten.

Matthew liked him very much.

The boy kept asking:

— Uncle Andrés, what did you do before?

Andrés just smiled and shook his head.

— I don’t know either.

Sophia followed him everywhere like a little shadow.

Those days brought Andrés a strange feeling.

Peace.

He had no money.

No power.

No past.

But for the first time in his life… he had a real home.

Meanwhile, hundreds of kilometers away, in a big city…

The name Alejandro Rivers kept appearing in the news.

The missing billionaire.

The owner of one of the country’s largest corporations.

His associates began vying for power.

Some expressed grief at his disappearance.

But others… secretly celebrated.

No one knew that the man they were searching for… was planting corn and repairing roofs in a remote, undeveloped rural area.