A beautiful young woman with short dark hair rushes down the street as she constantly glances over her shoulder. Rounding the corner, she skids to a halt. A shadowy dead end looms in front of her, offering no safety from her attacker.
She turns to start down the street again, but the silhouette of a tall, hooded man blocks her exit. He stalks purposefully toward her; she staggers back unsteadily to avoid his grasp.
She attempts to run around him; however, her well-masked fear causes her to stumble and fall at his feet. She turns to face the man, trying to struggle upright. He pins her to the ground, rendering her immobile. Light from a nearby sign highlights a long scar that runs down the left side of his face from his temple to his chin. The girl finally recognizes her assailant, the shock of this sudden knowledge leaving her speechless.
"Well, well, well…," chuckles the man, clutching his dark trench coat close to his chest. "Look what I've found. . ."
The girl desperately wants to retort, and she would if his foot wasn't crushing the air from her lungs.
Smirking, the man taunts her. "What? No sarcastic comment? No comeback? That'd be a first for you, wouldn't it?"
When it becomes apparent that he will get no answer, he steps back. The girl's eyes widen as she realizes what is about to happen.
"Fine, then," he says.
The man throws open his trench coat, resulting in a cacophonous buzz that nearly drowns out her terrified scream.