Did you get the story? I hope yes, or at least most of it. If not, here is a short explanation…
It’s 13 minutes past midnight. The silence is louder than ever. Shattered glass on the floor suggests brutal fight for survival. The spectator wonders what happened here? Let’s take a look 13 minutes earlier when the clock announced midnight.
The kitchen is empty. Or at least you thought so until… Until you hear something terrifying. Suddenly your blood pressure drops and the only thing you can hear is your own heart pounding with fear. You think you are paranoid. Or rather hope you are. But the opposite is true. You attempt to drink a glass of water when suddenly you see in the reflection what you feared you heard. Jaguar! You throw your glass at him but it only makes him angrier. He attacks you but the instinct is telling you to fight. So you grab a knife from the kitchen counter and try to kill him but he is faster and you are finding yourself on the ground unable to catch a breath.
This is how defeat feels like. Desperation sinks through your body. And when you look at the ceiling you know well that the sight you see is going to be your last…
