It was 2:00 of the dawn and she was alone in home, sleepless, in alert. Her name was Anne Suditore, she was Italian, and were living, when she was about 15 years old, in a city named Veneza, also known as la Serenissima. She was average height, about 1,65m, long brown hair, light skin, slim, beautiful, and had eyes as dark as the night.

She was unquiet that night, her remedies had ended two days before, and this was no good to a schizophrenic and hyperactive girl. But anyway her parents left her alone.

Was Thursday and her parents would come back just on Saturday, at morning. She sat up on the bed. Verified her heartbeats, they were okay, she was okay, but looked like anxious. Were 2:16 of the dawn and she was certain would be a long night.

Drank a cup of water, and stayed there, inert, for one hour more. Was almost 3 and a half of the dawn when she heard a noise from the kitchen, as if a cup fell on the ground. The lights were not turned on and the noise had gone, but she needed to verify, after all, probably there was someone or something there. Next to the bed there was just one of her sandals, she preferred to go barefoot, also to be more quiet.

She didn’t turn on any light. Passed by her parent’s room, to defend herself decided to catch the hockey stick that they bought the week before. Walked to the kitchen, along the corridor. Before she walks in, saw a shadow moving, two big brown eyes faced deep in her eyes. So, she turned on the lights, prepared to hit anyone that were there.