The streets were dark and quiet, you worked in a bar where whispers hung in the shadows. You didn't like your job, but what other choice did you have?

You were taking orders to a table, to a man. He was a pale man with black, slightly messy hair... He had asked for a single glass of non-alcoholic champagne...When you brought his order to him, he grabbed your wrist and stopped you from leaving.

"Hey, can you do me a favour, pretty?..."