( Trigger warning, dark suicide)

A sadistic reflection in a broken mirror, a strangled stripper on a pole.
The music was playing loud.
It's four in the morning. The street dogs were barking in the backyard anxiously.
They scented the blood coming from that open window.
Is it a crime of passion?
In that room, an act of evil happened.
The lovers of the night owned the puzzle.
The bathroom door opened slowly, a shadow of a man sneaked out in the dark, wet footprints in the corridor, fast breathing, moving like the wind, the night still young, the scandal didn't touch the first lights.
Noises in the corridor, the chambermaid dragging her chariot, the door did not open. She looked down, a blood trail seemed under the doorsteps. Screaming, confusion and disorder.
Two lovers, tow caskets, and four pallbearers.
Is it a path to new knowledge?