Its sometime after two AM, a teenaged girl wanders helplessly in the dark yet never ending light of the city. She is lost, alone, helpless, afraid and jumping a shadows. Her purse containing her pepper spray, that her NYPD detective father made her carry, her cellular phone and her wallet is at the house party she ran from when the police showed up to bust it for underage drinking. She is mad at herself, why did she have to run so fast without knowing where she was or where to go in her now broken high heels? However just as that thought crosses her mind she sees the bright blue and white writing indicating a police station. Relief fills her, once inside she can ask then to call her dad, they would all know who he is, of course they would he caught one of the notorious serial killers M and M2 and the other died in the explosion he tried to use to cover his escape. This had all happened three months ago but they would still remember. She found herself starting to jog and then run to the station. She was no more than 50 feet from the door when suddenly a hand grabbed her from behind! She tried to scream for help but another hand covered in a leather glove was brought to her mouth and she learnt what chloroform smelt like for the first time, her world went black.