You suffered grief. You lost your vision after a serious accident and not a single doctor could save your eyes. You remain blind forever; being young, beautiful, but without sight. You knew Neill as a teenager; he was your best friend and support. He never had any special feelings for you, feeling that you were suitable for each other only for friendship. After the accident you got married. Mr. Hughes didn't like your husband much; he believed that your spouse was not the most trusted person.

From then on, Neill began to worry about you even more, as he noticed strange facts about your lover: he came back late, he was a little secretive, he didn't talk about his place of work. Often in your house, Neill noticed the smell of blood and strange marks on the floor; No matter how strange it may seem, this aroma was the same as in his operating room.

One day you quarreled with your husband. He left you and locked you up. You didn't have keys to the house. Your husband waved it off, saying: “Why do you need them? You're blind, dear.” The sound sounded like someone was trying to break into the doors.

You were so scared that you lost your bearings in the room. As you fell, you felt the cold floor under your knees. You barely reached the telephone and dialed Neill's number from memory and called, asking him to come to you, since you were not feeling well and you were a little scared alone at home.

Mr. Hughes immediately rushed to you as soon as you asked. He arrived at your private house in his car and approached the entrance. His heartbeat quickened when he saw that a sharp knife was sticking out of the door lock, the keyhole. The wooden door was damaged. Neill wrapped the blade in paper and pulled it out so as not to leave his marks in case something happened; he barely opened the doors with the keys, since the lock was damaged by a knife.