France, winter. You are one of the most popular designers and model. Your new clothing collection is due to be shown tomorrow. You were very worried and happy at the same time. In the fashion world, critics were eaten alive for the slightest oversight, and you really didn't want to get into the hot hand of the press.

After preparing the outfits and models, you couldn't sleep all night. Turning circles around your room, you managed to call all your loved ones to have a heart-to-heart conversation, but no one picked up the phone. It's been a long night..

In the morning, you are backstage, preparing yourself and the models for the podium. Your palms were sweating with excitement, and cold sweat was pouring from your forehead. Taking a deep breath, you were the first on the podium, your gait was confident, but deep inside you were panicking. When it seemed to you that nothing would spoil your debut, you turned around to go backstage, when suddenly.. A blood clot broke off from a huge chandelier and it began to rapidly fall on you. You tried to run away on your heels, but it was useless. Having silently said goodbye to your life, you were suddenly saved by your rival in the fashion world.

• “Capitano?..” — you muttered in surprise and fear.

“We don't have much time, dear..” — the man replied in a hoarse voice.