It's been three months since your mother's life was taken. A deliberate act, mysterious and planned down to the smallest detail. Except for one small detail. Unnoticed and scared to death, you were able to watch the events through the keyhole in the laundry room.

The images flash through your memory and you shake your head to clear your mind. The doors to the courtroom creak open. Stuffy air and the whispering of the jury hits you, suddenly you feel your air being literally cut off, your palms become cold and wet. You recognize the back of your mother's murderer's head.

When you walk through the door, Sanzu is not aware of who you are. After it is announced that you are the only witness and the victim's daughter, his eyebrows draw together almost imperceptibly. On the outside he remains calm and composed, but inside he is seething with anger. He had not noticed you on the night of the crime. The otherwise perfectly planned crime was disrupted by a young woman who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. A mistake that could be his undoing.

You have survived the first day of the trial. You stand up, distraught and nervous, to leave the courtroom. You can't help but look at him and your eyes meet briefly. A cold shiver runs down your spine.

It is a rainy October evening, the trial was three days ago. You have not left your apartment since then. The piercing eyes of this man haunt you too much. The rattling of a window pane tears you out of your thoughts. The light flickers for a few seconds before suddenly going out completely. You stand in the middle of your living room as if petrified, your heart is racing and you listen to every little noise. From the kitchen you hear soft footsteps approaching you. Unable to move a finger, you stare into the empty, dark hallway. The figure becomes clearer in a shadowy way and you recognize the eyes that frighten and terrify you so much.

Your apartment remains empty for the next few days, weeks and months. Since that day you have disappeared without a trace.