Chapter 1

”Everyone living in the town, regardless of generation, had only one tailor serving at one time. The Tailor, who is currently practicing this profession, moved to Hurricain following the death of the previous tailor 12 years ago and has been operating in the same house and shop ever since.”

 She had the senses of a bloodhound, senses for sensational stories. She was sent to a town called Hurricain for a week by the news agency she worked for, and if he could not return at the end of this period with enough material for her newspaper column to last at least a month, she could say goodbye to the promotion she had been chasing for months. Well, her hands were almost empty now and his time was running out with each passing second. At this stage, it would be a miracle for her to retain her current position, let alone be promoted.

“At least we have a potential tailor-mob story,” she teased her partner, who was wrapping his coat around his camera to protect it from getting wet.

“Ah come on! I thought you wouldn’t believe the words of a greengrocer. The man didn’t seem like a trustworthy man. To be honest, this town doesn’t seem like a safe place.” Replied her partner.

“Where did this come from now?”

“Look around you, even though this place didn’t exist back then, it has architecture straight out of the Gothic ages. Its streets are narrow enough to put even Italians to shame, and its people, oh these people…”

“What’s wrong with its people? I think they seem to have very deep stories that are worth telling. We haven’t gotten a story yet because we can’t agree on our last lead.”

“What don’t they have?! The only place where people chat is the area they call the Central Market. It’s as if they can’t speak while that ominous statue is not looking at them with pity. I ask you: Doesn’t the silence of the streets seem scary to you? Not in a good way, not even a fight of words takes place in this damn village! You’d think all the residents are waiting for us to leave.”

“So… they get along well with each other, what’s so bad about it?” Judy replied. But suddenly she read her partner’s expression. This made her tremble; he was afraid. They had been together long enough for her to believe that he had a strong sixth sense, and now she thought she should be afraid too. But she wasn’t afraid, not this time. She had been working at this magazine for years and there had been no change in her salary, let alone a change in status.

About a month ago, while the thoughts of moving to a different agency began to grip her tighter than ever, the offer she received from her boss made her postpone this. She was to go with her partner to a town called Hurricain, which had just begun to succumb to the wind of urbanization that was sweeping the country. That didn’t interest her much, after all, her job as a field worker for years was to go places and find stories worth writing about. What caught her attention was that her boss promised her a desk job if she came back with a compelling story. Desk job was equivalent to being promoted to manager in this profession, and even the dream of it was enough to get her excited, even though she believed she had deserved it a long time ago.

“We just have to knock a few doors and ask a few questions, that’s it.” She said, more to herself than her partner. How hard could it be?