Lo Graham paced briskly down the street, pulling her leather jacket closer around her. It was a chilly evening and Lo was eager to get home from the state library which she worked at organising and stocking the archives. Her plain flats made little noise against the brick pavement as she travelled down the empty street, lit only by a few yellow street lights.
"Excuse me Miss," a smooth voice said behind her. She spun quickly, nearly jumping at the sound. The man was blonde and rather tall, with unnervingly dark eyes. She couldn't tell if it was the lighting creating the shadows or if the man appreciated makeup.
"I was wondering if you could point me to the nearest bus stop?" He asked without hesitation, clearly ignoring Lo's initial panic.
"Oh," she unintentionally let out a sigh of relief and turned to point at a spot further down the street before she felt something slowly scratch against her neck, like a metal nail. She froze instantly before the caramel sounding voice whispered a warning not to panic before everything went black.