A beat... another beat... nothing. Sandra relaxes... her paranoia is getting out of hand. She had a feeling that she was being followed, but there was no one. Maybe she was just overly stressed. All she needed right now is to get home. Street was noisy, and after a long day at work, Sandra needed a place to unwind. Despite the fact that she's on alert, she walks in the loud street with a certain self-assuredness, navigating through the busy crowd.

Once she's back home, she checks the lock of her apartment and then goes straight to the TV. The news are on. Sandra sighs and glances at the screen. A local gang is involved in an armed conflict. Sandra closes her eyes. She feels tired. The news are off. The apartment is in a complete silence. Sandra is alone