Jessica narrating
When I decided to enter that hill, I knew exactly where to go. I'm not an i***t, damn it. I didn't go through the main entrance, nor through a well-trodden alley. I entered through a grassy path, almost forgotten, near the lower part. An access behind the staircase that runs parallel to an open sewer — an escape route used only when the police invade with everything. Almost no one knows about that place, only those who are born and bred here, only the bosses, the big shots. And me? I was raised here. I know this place like the back of my hand.
I infiltrated stealthily. I saw a resident with the gate half-open, pretended I was just passing by, went in, stayed there for a few minutes. The guy didn't even notice. I saw that the movement was smooth, so I left, with the hoo
