A storm is coming

When Markus Jersey finished to work it was already late at night. Looking at his prized wristwatch, he realized it was after three in the morning. He let out a grunt: he really needed to settle down. As his wife continually pointed out, working so hard was not good for his health at all.

The house was extraordinarily quiet. Even if hardly any sounds were heard even during the day due to the size of the villa, at night that silence seemed to condense and become even more oppressive.

Markus left his study and, after locking it, headed for his bedroom. His wife surely had already fallen asleep for some time, or at least this was what she hoped for her: he didn't crave the idea of finding her awake waiting for him ready to give him a groom on the importance of a good rest.