In my life, I was forced to swallow large doses of poison from people who were close to me, loved ones. These words are strange, indeed. Poison and love do not go together, they do not coexist.

Three women trapped in the web of violence, queens in a chess game that forces them to make unpredictable moves. Their kings, after a series of heinous murders, are found dead. Is this a checkmate of the last line or a checkmate of fools? Who is moving these queens? Who is orchestrating this deadly variant?

I erased the word "fear" from my vocabulary. Permanently. Along with it, I made sure to eliminate some others that had put my life in permanent oppression, such as humiliation, rejection, dependence.

The police line up their officers, but the killer seems unimaginable. The victims turn into perpetrators, or is it the other way around? The queens sacrifice and are sacrificed. Which variant will lead them to the long-awaited checkmate?