Prologue
The night was dark ; so dark that the street lamps could barely light the peasants' faces. There was no sound to be heard, occasionally, the small whimper of a fleeing cat would break the silence, but that was all. The tall, dark figure of a man walked pass a little street.
The sudden coughing of an asthmatic hoover made him jump. He looked around him, but couldn't see anything from where he was ; he went back and searched the street with vigilant eyes. He didn't notice it at first, but then the evidence jumped to his face. A big white cat had disturbed a bin, and now it was heading to the end of the street, passing by a big blue box.
The man sighed and came back on his tracks. It was late and he wanted to be home ; the dark clouds anounced a coming snowfall.
The woman wasn't really paying attention. A man had shown up earlier and had bought her entire stock of lotto tickets, so her day was made. While reading a magazine, she distractly thought about closing her shop for the day. Her man wouldn't be too happy, but... it had been ages since she had had a day off. She almost had made her decision when the ring sang and she sighed.
A man entered the store. He wore a beige trench coat and had bright blue eyes. He walked straight through the shelves and went to the counter.
"Hello."
"Hullo", she replied, annoyed that he dared disturb her.
Apparently, he was looking for someone. The woman didn't even try to listen and understand what he was saying. She distractedly looked at the picture he was showing her and nodded.
"Yeah, he lives in this street, just a bit further... Go ahead, you can't miss his flat."
The sound of a violin broke the silence. The flat was empty, except for a tall man with black curly hair, caressing his instrument with expert long fingers. The music invaded space, covering the walls to the door. The notes descended the stairs and reached the entry door, a big green door with its four golden numbers and letter.
A man with a black trench coat stood at the door. He raised a hand, and knocked four times.