A figure was hidden deep in the shadows of the damp, dark, silent allyway of New York City. It was a eeirly still night, and a girl in her early twenties was walking down the streets, oblivious to all but the music from her Ipod. The man moved out of his hiding spot, an already bloody knife clutched in his left hand, and pulled her by her hood deep enough into the ally that no-one could possibly hear her screams. Her innocent face was frozen in fear, looking at the bright red eyes of the man. He must be some sort of demon! She thought. He pushed her roughly onto the brick wall and tied her hands behind her back. He carved a B into her left cheek, intricatly leaving his mark to be found by the cops searching for him. He cut the sweatshirt off of her and cut a long deep line down her right arm. He made a thin cut on her neck, letting the blood cover his hand. The man then jabbed into her forehead, right leg, and cut deep holes in both her wrists before quickly observing the mess of blood. He coated his long, pale fingers with her blood and wrote as large as he could on the wall 'BB was here, try to catch me!' By the time they found Miranda Jewel Grace dead of blood loss, Beyond Birthday was in the middle of a field in Ohio, 600 miles away, killing his next victem.