Prologue:
She came into her apartment late that night.Quietly, she turned the key to the door of her shared apartment and tiptoed her way in, in order to let her roommate sleep before she got another call to get down to the hospital she worked at.
She went into her room, undressed and brushed her teeth.It was quiet cold outside so she wore a sweater on top of her garments and rushed towards the window to close it.Ice cool air breezed into her room as she struggled with the slider of her window, which refused to budge.
Tired from a long day at work, she sat down on the wide sill of her window and looked out at the city of New york around her.She was fascinated by this city, and wondered how she had come from being a nobody in Volos to an employee at Georgia Courier Service Pvt.Ltd., a respected courier service which delivered online goods to people around New York city.
It had been me, she told herself, me and my hard work. Finally, as she tried for one last time to shut the window, she caught a glimpse of a figure below a street light.It wore a top hat.She stared at it for a while.Thinking that it was a homeless man, she forgot all about it and pulled across the curtains.
She went to bed approximately two minutes later, only to awaken after three hours to the sound of the front door of her apartment opening.Alarmed, she picked up her table lamp which stood on a cheap bedside table, and walked towards the living room.A figure emerged out of nowhere and snatched the lamp from her hand with one hand and held her tight with the other.After freeing the lamp from her grasp, the figure held on to her mouth and led her to her room.
She screamed in his palms and struggled until she could no more.He was too strong.Finally she gave up when he hit her in the face with the butt of the lamp.She slumped to the floor with a small thud.One weapon.He started to kick her in the stomach.Two weapons.He no longer held on to her mouth, because he knew she couldn't possibly scream while in so much pain.He enjoyed it a little longer as she tried to come back on her feet and as soon as she managed to stand up somehow with the help of the cheap table, he shot her.Three weapons.He shot her, just like that, no mercy, no last wish speech.He just shot her.
She slumped down toward the wooden floor yet again.Only this time, she knew she wouldn't be getting back up.In her last moments, she painfully blurted out, "Who....who are....y....you?"
He grinned, took off his pitch black glares and top hat and said, "I think you know."
She wish she wouldn't have asked, or at least that he wouldn't have told, because now, she was dying, with the anguish of knowing her killer.Especially because it was him, she recognized this heavy voice, that top hat and those glares.He was back.
She saw his bloodshot eyes looking at her in contentment and felt the terror that this beautiful city, and maybe eventually, the whole world was going to face, before drowning into oblivion.
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Jurees Pvt.Ltd., New York.
The hall was silent, except for a few coughs and sneezes.All heads were raised upward towards the podium listening to the woman standing atop the stage.All eyes were on her as she gave her speech.
Octavia Tocci was a confident looking brunette.She was of the normal height that a woman at twenty- three years of age should be.She was a healthy woman.Not too fat, not too slim.Just, almost perfect.Almost.
