In a small quiet town, there were two unsuspecting people who were going to pass away on the same night. Both would be killed in different ways by two different people. Even so, one thing was certain, both their last moments were not pretty. One of them was a middle aged woman in her mid thirties and the other was a man in his mid twenties.
The middle aged woman lived in a two story pent house that was built on the outskirts of a small town. On that faithful night, she was talking to someone on the phone in a hushed tone. She had a glass of red wine in her free hand as she kept her gaze on her uncovered window as if she was expecting someone to appear there. Her anxiety evident as the wine in her glass was untouched and only sat there, awaiting someone to take a sip out of it.
