St. George, Utah. September 20, 1986.

Location: Chica's Party World Time: 1:30 PM.

Soft rays of sunlight streamed through the window at the end of the office, falling on a dark oak desk in the middle of the room and the few objects on it: a blue landline phone, a large stack of papers, a half-empty cup of coffee, and a small plaque with the name of the owner of all this. Juliet Poulain sat at this very desk, filling paperwork and making reports. In her right hand the woman held a pen, which she sluggishly moved across the sheets of paper, and she placed her left hand under her head. She sighed. Boredom... But work is work, and it must be done. For a second, Juliet fell out of reality when the memory of a recent date with Emmy Bruschietta flashed through her mind, making a small smile appear on her face. Oh, how wonderful it was... But the woman's daydream was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door. Juliet quickly assumed a more professional pose, cleared her throat slightly and said:

„Come in.”