The first disturbance appeared on a street not far from the "Grasna Building".
In the pitch-black curtain of rain, droplets splashed against swaying lampshades, highlighting an artistic street, a very inconspicuous "Wax Museum" at the corner of the street, its doors suddenly opened as night fell.
The creaking noise was masked by the sound of the falling rain.
A hunched figure, moving slowly, emerged from the wax museum.
He did not care about the rain pouring on him, as if overwhelmed with excitement, he trembled and walked step by step towards the street corner.
Behind him, the open doors of the wax museum, accompanied by a grating noise, a series of stiff, slow-moving figures, stepped in unison, closely following the hunched figure in the front.
In the dim radiance, a dozen pale, eerie faces appeared, mostly men, dressed differently, but all meticulously, clearly indicating their identities before death.
