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As she is lying there, with her head facing the cold snow, she tries to reach for

her gun. She manages to grab it, but as she does so, she flows out of
consciousness.

Chapter 1

The Escape from Kronborg Castle
Thursday the 22th of February 2018.

As expected, the city is dead quiet. And just like any other small town he just

passed through at high a speed in his car, on his way through the icy Strandvej

and further up north. “Elsinore should hopefully be a little more alive on a
Thursday night,” he says to himself - But no, a sleeping town meets him, as he

enters the city, about less than 50 kilometres from Copenhagen, the capital.
From the south side, he passes at a slow pace past Elsinore's old and

proud railway station, which at first glance resembles a small version of a

medieval castle, with curved shapes and spires. Opposite the train station, lies a
little, unvisited, Chinese restaurant; behind the glass door pane stands a

waitress, looking dejectedly out at the snowfall outside. To get a quick overview

of the area surrounding the harbour square, the ferry wharf and the railway
station, he stops at one of the empty parking spaces in front of the main entrance

to the station. Diagonally to the right, he gets a glimpse of the great castle of

Kronborg, which now lies almost hidden by a hazy mist and the dense snowfall,
like a dark shadow of Elsinore. Beside him is the main entrance to the railway,

where a scene is now unfolding.

One of the station employees, an authoritative guy, with a green,
luminescent vest, pulled over his work attire, is arguing with a bunch of half-

baked youngsters, that doesn’t want to leave the station. His untamed jet-black
hair and tired sunken eyes is in stark contrast to his shiny vest. He is now closing