To where it all starts, the street of Mexico unlike before ceased with noise. The door locked, each house that laid side-by-side have its lights on, if not off to repel the darkness, which looms. Or perhaps, a precaution not to feel entrapped as a victim of the killer who was terrorizing the road. It’s been months to whereas they had lived in terror. The fear they are filled with intensifies with the news uprooting, the death of the missing doctor, who had been set up inflamed. It was traumatizing. The sight of her burning body left nightmares that nobody daren’t talk, nor speak about in respect as the whole street aggrieved with grief. This made a few to always make sure that when the dusk fell, whereas the clouds are no longer in an azure blue color, then it was right inside. One because
