Devi strode home at as fast a pace as she could manage, the encounter a few days earlier with Johnny had put her on her guard once again, but she couldn't afford to take any more days off work. She glanced around her nervously. On the opposite side of the road a figure turned out of an alleyway and walked towards her. She froze instantly. It was too dark to make out any of his facial features, but he was wearing a trench coat and what looked like New Rocks [do they have those in America?]. As he approached her, a nearby street light finally lit up his face to reveal a bearded man in his late thirties. Devi breathed a sigh of relief.

            "Excuse me, Miss. Do you know which direction I should be headed in for the Taco Smell?"

            Devi smiled, "Just up the street and round that corner there, keep going and you're there."

            "Thanks."

            Devi carried on, almost laughing at herself for being so paranoid. She loosened up a little after discovering the lack of threat posed to her by the deserted streets. It was unlucky though that she chose this moment to let her guard down, because this was when a spindly figure chose to step around the corner. His silhouette proved to be rather a strange shape; his skinny legs became suddenly wider below the knee where his boots began; he walked with a slight slouch so that he appeared shorter than he should have; his hair (shaved at the bottom) had been twisted into jagged spikes using an excess of gel and stood stiffly atop his head; as he stalked forwards, his gloved hands swiped at the air while his arms moved forwards and backwards almost mechanically.

            Devi was determined not to let her fear and paranoia get the better of her - she would walk on as normal and make every attempt to ignore the dark stranger. And so she carried on in her intended direction: straight towards the possible danger, though she made a point of averting her gaze downwards. As he brushed past her she suddenly felt a cold hand press against her upper arm and coil it's emaciated fingers around her. She looked up into the eyes of her would-be killer.

            Johnny raised a blunt object above his head, the nature of which she couldn't make out, he brought it swiftly down to Devi, striking her on the back of the head and rendering her unconscious. Devi did not remember being carried in the arms of her assaulter back to his house of horrors.

[A.N. "House of horrors", heh, you can tell I was stuck for wording there...]