The night was cold, and the streets were dark. The only sound was that of quiet footsteps, and the occasional honk from a speeding car. An alleyway held no one but a lone woman, walking through it, looking around with fearful eyes. She seemed worried, paranoid at best, as if she thought someone was following her. Soon enough, a second set of footsteps were heard, and her heart dropped. They were slow and measured, like someone stalking its prey. She stopped, and whipped around to see who was there. A man stepped forward, shadows covering most of his face.