Somewhere in the suburbs of a big city, in an old block of appartments. By the 3rd floor window, overlooking a street with the movement one would expect from a suburban street.

Cars, people, men, women, children, elderly, every day he sees them pass by. Just as one  dedicates time to draw or write, he reads ... people, by observing them for so long he has developed a special sensitivity, he knows when one is happy, angry, sad or excited, even the most apathetic.

A  twelve years old boy whose mother died 4 years ago, leaving him with his father. A forty something years old who has become blind by work and alcohol. Very little does he know about his son nowadays, only seeing him once a day when he arrives at home high into the night.

He enters quietly to find his son by the window, watching the empty street, with some baseball on TV. The mundane question, "How was your day Nikki?" followed by a kiss on the forehand, repelled by the smell of alcohol. "Good!" he replies, as the man continues to spread a blanket on the couch, as if to protect someone sleeping from catching a cold.

Sadly, the boy looks away to the empty street. No more can he handle of his lost father caring for his gone mother. Two parked cars, the trees dancing on the first autumn breeze, and a cold emptiness were all there were to see. For him… warmer than any blanket.

Suddenly!!!

A high school girl no more than sixteen appears running away in panic. A well dressed middle aged man is chasing her, he's gaining and gaining on her ... the girl in reduced clothes and high heels gets stuck. She falls on her front hitting her head hard on the concrete. He climbs on top of her, she struggles and screams for help, but he covers her mouth.

The boy is terrified, the girl doesn't seem much older than him and yet so far away. He rushes to the door but the higher lock is yet to far for him… there was nothing he could do..., shaking  intensely wasn’t enough to wake up his father. Desperately he runs back to the window. The man is dirtly forcing himself on her as the poor girl fights with all her soul. Trumbling, the boy makes a pistol with both hands... as if in a cartoon he were to be. He opens the window, a cold blow runs down his body as he closes his right eye and takes aim…

The wind,the moon,the guy, her screams, his body coldness… in a second…

DISAPPEAR…

PUMMM

All the lights go out as a shot rings out, the boy doesn't open his eyes, the impure thoughts that run through his mind won't let him, he can't stop trembling... in his mind...

HE KILLED...

CABUMM

A huge thunderclap follows. With the shock, Nikki opens his eyes to the worst sight he could get. Two corpses are lying on the ground and blood is all over the place, but he doesn't make a sound...

A masked man in a classic suit rummages through the bodies and slowly raises his head to the third floor window. The boy doesn't move, he stares at the Omiona mask, they pause for a moment, then the man strangely rushes to write with blood on the street.                                                                                                            

  “NO OPEN”

At the same time, the doorbell rings throughout the entire house. Nikki turns frightened to the door, praying to wake up from this terrible nightmare, but it doesn't stop. The ringing is heard one more time, and once more, and another until Nikki's father shows up. Still pretty drunk, the man instinctively reaches for the door handle. Nikki jumps up from the chair to stop him, but it's too late...

The door is opened,... but there is no one outside... the boy runs to the window, but both the masked man and the bodies are gone as the sudden rain clears the scene. Nikki goes to his bed... He feels a spicy taste on his mouth and nose, so strong it makes his eyes water... He hoped to forget all this soon, but he can no longer escape...

A scar appeared on his back... the eye lost on the inverted pyramid had seen him

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