The alley stank of piss and hatred. Not that this mattered to Dietrich - it was familiar enough. His quarry, although dimly lit, was clearly a lone woman. She turned to face him as he reached her.
Not with the expected rictus of fear, though - nor the pleading that would just spur him on. An ebony cascade around her face; love and sorrow in her eyes. The most distant of memories stirred. Only then did he realise she had appeared in a dead end.
The alley stank of piss and hatred, and Dietrich wanted no part of this alien place.
