20 may, 1997, London.

I’m 20 years old, with my parents I live in london. Our house is big with vintage decor. I study medicine, I go to class Biological-chemical.

For a some time my father’s friend, Alexander Turner, staying in our house, he’s from my father’s work, we almost don’t talk, only just a bit during dinner. My Father with Alexander are head of mafia.

I have a big test on the reproductive system in a week, and I can't do anything. I remember at dinner, Mr. Turner told me about helping me learn when I have a problem. I leave my room to look for it, after a few minutes I find him outside, on the patio, with the door in the living room open to go out. He sits in a chair, reading a book and has his glasses on his nose.

I come a little closer when I want to say something, he already says.

"rose? what are you doing here? it’s quite early hour now” He say with his claim voice, left his book on lap.