Night in the city of Tabaco, May 15, 2014. A party is going inside the cloudhouse club. The music is loud. It is so loud that you can even hear it outside of the club.

One group with five people came to the club. It was the birthday of one of them so they agreed to go there.

They set their places at the back of the club besides a window where you can see the lights from the cars passing by, street lights, and lights from other buildings. It was a perfect view from the fifth floor.

It was nearly midnight when half of their group went to the dance floor and dance like their lives depend on it. On the other hand, the birthday boy and his girlfriend stayed on their place and spend the time together before the day ends.

His hands were placed on his girlfriend's shoulder and they talk about life while watching the beautiful city from up above so high.

Suddenly, a woman burst through the door. She's wearing a doll costume with a zebra striped mask. Her hair is colored black in braid with a red ribbon tied in the end of her hair to secure that her hair won't be ruined.

"This is not a costume party, girl!" Said the woman in a red dress, holding a glass of wine.

Not even seconds before that, the doll woman pull a gun from her pocket and shoot the woman in the red dress.

People inside the club screams and run to find a place to hide (leaving the woman in the red dress laying on the floor, dead), but there is nowhere to hide besides under the table.

The doll woman walk across the room. Her eyes looked around the room like her target is in this place. The doll woman looked at the birthday boy and didn't looked anywhere else, but him.

The doll woman walked slowly at first and it gets faster and faster towards him. Eight steps is the distance between him and the doll woman when his girlfriend blocked her way.

The doll woman didn't waste any time and she shoots the birthday boy's girlfriend in the middle of it's forehead.

The girl falls to the ground, blood spilling out of her head. The birthday boy cried hard, harder when his best friend died. The doll woman grabbed the man by its neck and pointed the gun in the same position like his girlfriend's at.

"Happy birthday." Said the doll woman with no emotion and without any chance that the man could speak, she shot the birthday boy in the head.

--END OF THE CHAPTER--

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