“We can all be victims of our thirst to be history.”
The man's notebook began to fill, letter after letter, with a pen that barely had any ink left, his eyes fixed on the scene before him... and he studied it, every part, every clue.
Crimes are not unusual in a city that has forgotten tranquility, in a city where morbidity is the entertainment of those looking for something interesting to talk about.
This time… Everyone's eyes are on the signs.
And you, reader…
Are you willing to become an observer?
