Again, she obeyed. She saw a shadow passing fast into the door and felt something on her shoulders. It was the damn owl. Screamed and got unconscious, again.

It was already 4:30, daylight saving time. In one and a half hour the sun would rise. In three hours the maid would come. Anne just had to stand there.

Anne woke up. The owl had gone, and the window was closed. She searched the entire room but didn't found anything, even the clothes that she came to find.

She stand up, with wielded weapon, prepared to shoot. She went to the living room. Saw that she got unconscious for a half hour.

When looking the living room, noticed some furniture out of place. Closed the eyes for a few moments, and, when she opened they, saw the empty living room. The opened window. The owl. This time, under the window there was, written with blood, the message: "No, my lady, don't look behind you".

When she read that, noticed that was in the middle of the living room, feeling a strange heat behind her. Anne wasn't with weapon anymore. She looked behind and saw a face. He was beautiful.

If she wasn't the damn invader, she would fall in love. Her heart beat increasingly strong, while the fear was mixed with the shame of being without a shirt. The killer looked at her blankly, analyzing, pointing the gun at the Anne’s head.

Paralyzed, she felt the proximity to the boy, who wrapped her waist with a hand, while the gun was still aiming for her head.