*GLARES AS HE PINS A.D. AGAINST THE WALL OF AN ALLEYWAY, KNIFE TO HER THROAT* YOU CHOOSE THE WRONG PLACE TO SHOW YOUR FACE. *His breath fogs up as the unyielding dark enclosed itself around them, the outstretched shadows of the large building hiding them in it's embrace* YOU HAVE NO WHERE TO RUN. NO WHERE TO HIDE. *The blade of the knife press ever so softly on the softness of her skin, the contrast of frail and solid, of fridge and warm, of soft and hard clashed on her throat* YOU HAD THIS COMIN' FOR A LONG... LONG TIME, GIRL... TONIGHT... YOU AREN'T ESCAPING IT... *He moves his hand in a sudden motion, pushing his hand against the wall behind her, leaning his face in to press his lips against her forehead* ... *He pulls back and fades into the black of the unseeable night* Go... Complete your task... Do what you know what must be done... *He leaves a note in her pocket... A short note with six words scribbled on it.* "YOU OWE ME ICE CREAM"