Prologue.

She stared at herself in the mirror, certifying that she was alone. She examined the reflected image from head to toe: the blonde hair was falling down the shoulders like waterfalls, covering the straps from the small pink nightgown. The half-smile was hid. Ah, the smile. That smile which she hadn’t seen for a long time, and which, from a moment to other, returned to habit her face. She knew she owed that smile to him. Yes, she loved him and, since that day, they would be together forever.

She turned aside to examine her figure, while giving little slaps on the cheeks, to gain some blush; the beloved would get impressed.

She heard a noise coming from the bathroom’s window, which spread all over the ambient.

“What are you doing here?” she inquired, furrowing her eyebrows and looking at the person that stared at her. She felt the cold travel her spine when seeing what [the person] held. That wouldn’t be good. “What do you think you are…”

During some minutes, the silence filled the place, but, for her, it would be eternal.

An hour after, the mansion was surrounded by cops and, more than that, involved by the veil of death. The suffering and the revenge would be it’s eternal residents, since then.