"When I was little, we found a man. He looked like - like, butchered. The old woman in the village crossed themselves… and whispered crazy things, strange things. "El Diablo cazador de hombres." Only in the hottest years this happens. And this year, it grows hot. We begin finding our men. We found them sometimes without their skins… and sometimes much, much worse. "El cazador trofeo de los hombres" means the demon who makes trophies of men."