Dios no está con nosotros porque odia a los idiotas

A dark office. With the blinds lowered so that neither the light nor the air nor the past enter; neither is the future. An office with no emergency exits, no places to hide or doors to flee elsewhere. An office with a typewriter and a telephone at its side that serves as the only contact with the outside world. Two men inside looking for a murderer who hunts his victims outside but who, inexplicably, always seems to be present. Two men who have more in common than they could have imagined. They both hide a past they never talk about. And they both have the same goal: to hunt down the murderer they are looking for. But there is a difference that separates them, and that is that perhaps each one is looking for a different criminal.