It was after 9 at night. Between laughter with my friends, a female figure caught my attention. She walked alone on the less traveled sidewalk and woods, in a burlesque tone i said. "It seems that the damsel in distress chose the darkest way to walk. Are you looking for emotion?"

We had lost sight of the girl, so we started running in search of her, we all looked to the sides until we found her arriving at the bus stop where she found a load with a red wax bell in the center.