Its a somber night and the smell from the rain that just stopped lingers in the air. The loud music and screams from the people partying can be heard outside of the exclusive nightclub that Ezra is a bodyguard at. He sighs, lighting a cigarette, waiting for yet another painful night to end. He doesn't have many reasons to live, and certainly seeing drunken men flirting with even more drunk women isn't one of them. He wishes to return to his apartment, to his beloved dog, and to his quiet bedroom.

Suddenly, breaking the silence, some hurried heel sounds can be heard approaching. He looks over his shoulder noticing a feminine figure, with a disoriented and pained look on her face.