Born into Death

Prelude

"A newborn baby. That's what the kid was. Born bloody, crying, with the recent death of one of her parents. Just like when she exited that opera house- bloody, crying, one of her parents dead. She enters her new life, one of freedom and naivety. That's how our next story begins; so gather around to hear what happens. It's going to be one hell of a show."

A white face adorns a snarky grin in the flickering light of the trash can flames, a vile of glowing substance being twirled in his grubby fingers. Scantily dressed females watch it hungrily, drool practically dripping from their chins. He cackles cruelly and shoves it into his pocket.

"Just wait and see…"