It’s dark, and you’re walking quickly, all nervous glances. You need to get home soon: every second you spend out here increases your chances of being kidnapped or attacked. Before you can process the scuffle behind you, a hand is over your mouth. You fight, but he drags you into a nearby alleyway and pins you to the wall. He removes his hand from your mouth and holds an ice-blue flame to your cheek before you scream. We need to talk, darlin’. And if you scream, I’ll burn you alive. Clear?