"Do you think it will happen again?" Enrique asked, sprawled over his desk at one end of the classroom. Enrique's dark hair fell over his face, hiding his half-closed brown eyes. It was the year 1680 of the Figstine calendar.

Jeff Johanstown was standing beside him, watching the students who streamed out of the classroom and talked about their tedious second semester studies. He turned to Enrique, who was clearly taken aback by the news. Two months ago there had been a murder at Harborne, the university they attended. The police investigated it without success. 

When similar killings starting taking place soon afterward, a new unit called the 'Blue Hawks' appeared on the scene. Apparently, they would investigate each new murder until the assassin – who always seemed to carry out the same cruel method with his victims – was caught. The bodies were left almost unrecognizable. In some cases, partially devoured.

"The Hawks will take care of it," Jeff responded, patting Enrique on the back, trying to cheer him up." Look on the bright side, we could be the ones that catch the killer! How exciting would that be?!"

"Not exciting at all, "remarked Carol, making her way through the crowd, indifferent to the students in her way. Her long brown hair swayed as she walked. "One of us could be the next victim."

"The important thing is to stay calm," said Emma, who walked slowly behind Carol, carrying some books under her arm. She was wearing the same emerald pendant that she always did, which complemented her casual but eye-catching outfit. It matched herlime-green eyes. Emerald also featured in another of Emma's most beloved objects: a golden winged brooch with a round gem in the center, a good luck amulet and a source of happy memories. "This is what we need for our project. We'd better hurry," Emma said, plopping the books down on the desk where Jeff had also placed an inkwell.

Every time there was a murder, Enrique had the same dream. It followed the same pattern, always beginning with darkness. He was unable to hear, see, or feel. He could not speak either. He could only sense his body moving. 

At some point in the dream, everything would turn purple and Enrique would find himself floating in the void...