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Chapter 1

The Escape from Kronborg Castle

Thursday, 22 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 Thurs-
day 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 rail-
way 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 deject-
edly 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 al-

most hidden by a hazy mist and the dense snowfall, like a dark shadow of Elsi-
nore. Beside him is the main entrance to the railway, where a scene is now un-

folding.

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 young-

sters, 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 the station for
the night, which means the youngsters have to leave the station's entrance hall.

With their open beer cans in their hands and plastic bags filled with more drinks,

they are making loud objections, as they wish to continue drinking in the waiting
hall. They just managed to get the stuff in that they’ve just station’s 7/11.

The guy had enough as he’s yelling at them at the top of his lungs; he manages to
get the mob out of the station building, and then hurries up to lock the two main