“A sharp wooden arrow, cutting through the air with a whistle, rushed towards the target... As if in slow motion, Luka saw that it was flying straight into the heart of his recent lover. - Be careful! he yelled at the last second. “To the side, Francesca!” The girl called was frightened, raised her head, and turned to see who was calling her. And at that same second I felt a sharp pain in my hand. Something hit her and knocked her over. The girl fell to the ground and lost consciousness. Matteo, who was standing two meters from Francesca, rushed to her, fell to his knees next to her and stroked her face. Only then did he see a large wooden arrow sticking out of the girl’s hand at the level of her heart. Blood was flowing from the wound...”