Back again, are you? Come to hear another tale about Alex De Large? Well, do I have one. It was only a year ago that your dear narrator found himself cured of ultra-violence. Or so I led them to believe. What a fool the world is. Thinking it can cure me of something I was born with. What pitiful, ignornat fools. Then again. Aren't we all ignorant? Every person in this pitiful world is naive. Even me. It wasn't until one day. That I realized it.

Nineteen-year-old Alex De Large strolled down the streets of London. A cane in his hand and a bowler on his head. Due to his charade, the police now ignored him and treated him like any other citizen. This was a wonderful thing. At least according to the young criminal. Suddenly, Alex heard a piano playing a rather familiar song. It was a piece by Beethoven. Ludwig Van Beethoven. The Ninth Symphony. Thinking he was only imagining things. Alex continued on his walk. Then, he heard the music again. This time it was another piece by Beethoven. Fur Elise. Knowing he could no longer this, Alex followed the music. Right to the open window of a young girl. No more than sixteen. She was playing pieces by Beethoven on her piano. In all his life, Alex had never seen a girl who could play the piano. At least, not as well as this girl. Suddenly, she stopped and got up from her seat. Alex quickly hid out of sight, in hopes that the girl didn't see him. Thankfully, she walked away. Giving Alex the perfect chance to escape. Still, Alex didn't want to move. He wanted to get a closer view of the girl. He went to each window, to see if he could spot her. Finally, he saw the girl placing music sheets on a high shelf. Before Alex could get away, the girl turned towards the window and let out a scream. Scattering paper all over the floor. In an attempt to silence her, Alex pressed his finger to his lips. It worked. The girl stopped screaming and took a deep breath. She opened the window.

"Who are you? Why are you outside my window?" The girl asked.

"Please Miss, I seem to be lost. I wanted to come in and ask for help. I just didn't want to disturb. So I waited until you finished playing your piano."

"What's your name?"

"Alex, Miss."

"Come in then, Alex. I'll see if I can find a map."

Alex entered the girl's home and sat down in a nearby chair.

"Where are your parents, Miss?" Alex asked.

"They're in the city. Shopping, I believe. I often stay alone."

Alex saw that this was the perfect opporotunity to take the girl to the bedroom. To dispose of her clothes and take ultimate control of her. Although this was what Alex would normally do, he hesitated for a second and then asked the girl a question.

"What's your name?"

"Emily. Emily Alexander."

"You have a pretty home, Miss."

"Thank you. My Uncle paid for most of it. He died only a month ago. I miss him most of the time."

"My regards then, Miss."

"Thanks. Anyway, do you want something to drink?"

"No, thank you, Miss."

"I think I should find you a map. Wait here."

Emily ran off to the next room and returned shortly with a map.

"Now, what are you looking for?"

"The nearest pub."

"Hmmm....I think I've got that marked on the map. I'll check."

As Emily looked through the map, Alex began looking at the family photos. When a photo of a brown-haired woman caught his eye.

"She's pretty."

"Yeah, she is. That's my Aunt. She died after she was raped."

"R-raped? By who?"

"I don't know. My Uncle said it was a teenager. He didn't say much about anything. Usually kept quiet."

"Did he see his face?" Alex asked.

"No. He wore a mask."

Suddenly, the phone rang from the next room. Emily ran to answer it. After the phone conversation, Emily returned to Alex only to discover that he had dissapeared.