I couldn’t bring my mind to rest because everything seemed so weird since some days. Nightmares, blood on my hands, mysteriously bandage wrapped on my hands, the crying girl and now this painting.

That night, I felt as if I was about to lose my mind. I kept on dreaming about that painting and that girl….and Jane. “Something’s not right.”

The next day, Sam called me and said he wanted to hang out. I assume he’s already back from his business trip. He rang the doorbell and I opened the door. He stood all dressed up in a black suit with a bouquet of flowers.

Chris: What’s all this for?

Sam: Oh, you forgot…

At first I had no idea what he was talking about but then I suddenly remembered.

Chris: Oh god…just give me five minutes. I’ll be back soon.

Sam: Sure...

It was the day when Jane’s brother died two years ago in some sort of accident maybe. She never told much but the officers believed it wasn’t an accident. It was done on purpose….But they couldn’t find any trace so the case was closed soon.

I quickly got ready and went down. Sam was sitting on the couch.

Chris: I’m ready....