In the early morning hours of April 18, 2019, 57-year-old Wilfred Guzman is fighting for his life.

He's been caught by surprise.

One minute he's standing in the kitchen, and seconds later he's being struck in the head

with a kitchen knife, hard enough to snap the blade.

The struggle moves through the apartment, from the kitchen to the living room, and back again.

Furniture is toppled by limbs flailing in the pitch black.

Wilfred is determined to survive.

He holds his arms up to shield his face and blinks the blood out of his eyes, trying

unsuccessfully to dodge each blow. In his blurry peripheral

vision, Wilfred spots his kitchen door, an exit. It's close enough that he might be able

to reach it and make his escape. Wilfred makes a run for it, gripping the knob with a slippery

hand, he twists and pulls

the door open.

Just before his leg makes it through the threshold, he feels himself being yanked back inside.

His attacker slams the door shut and turns the deadpult.

Wilfred feels a force swing him around.

He feels his head smashed into a glass oven door,

shattering it.

By now the apartment is a disaster.

Drars are ripped open as the attacker grabs whatever he can use as a weapon.

Knives, forks, spoons, even a small

television.

...