1 PROLOGUE

The mansion looked magnificient in the light of the full moon. Surrounded by tall walls and barbed wires, it was a safe sanctuary for the rich and the priviledged. But for how long?

A couple in their early thirties sat on the couch facing the digital screen on the wall. The man was focused on the screen with his one arm on the back of the couch and the other hand holding the remote. The woman looked at her husband, her blue eyes filled with adoration. She leaned closer to the man and placed her head on his arm. "Dear, do you really have to go tomorrow?"

The man smiled softly as he played with her blond hair. "I have to, love. It is very important for the bussiness. If I do not go, the company may lose the deal."

"But it's for three days! We will be lonely."

The man turned towards his wife and kissed her forehead. "I will be back as soon as I can, love. I am sure Ron will keep you busy till then."

"He sure has become mischievous." They laughed at the mention of their son. Suddenly the man's eye fell on the rest of the room and he stopped laughing. The woman turned towards the same direction and gasped. Both of them stood up from the couch.

"Who are you? How did you get in?" The man's voice was a mixture of anger and surprise. There, in the middle of the room, stood a sillhouette. The newcomer lifted the right hand and pointed a gun towards them. And before they could react, a loud bang was heard and the husband fell on the floor. Everything felt excruciatingly slow. The woman collapsed on her knees beside her husband's motionless body as she helplessly watched the blood ooze from his forehead, his eyes wide open. She heard footsteps getting closer and turned turned towards the murderer, her voice barely audible.

"Why? Why did you do this?" But the sillhouette just kept walking towards her. It was a young girl, her face as pale as white and hair as black as a raven. "You... You're just a child." The girl ignored her comment and looked upstairs.

"Mommy?" The woman froze at the voice. She saw her son walking down the stairs, dragging his stuffed teddy by one hand and the other rubbing his eyes. "I heard a weird sound, mommy."

"Please not my son. I beg you. Let my son go, please." The woman wept feverently as the girl stood before her. "Please..." But the black eyes of the girl were not of a child at all, they were as cold as the glass. Another gunshot was heard, as the woman's bossom turned scarlet. "Ron... Run!" Those were the last words from her lips as she laid next to her husband.