"Anna: When I was little, we found a man. He looked like—like butchered. The old women in the village crossed themselves, and whispered crazy things, said 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 skin, and sometimes much, much worst. El que hace trofeos de los hombres means... "The demon who makès trophies of men.""