you were a prostitute.it wasn't really a job you liked doing,but you needed the money - the last two dollars you had on your table weren't exactly a nice sight. you leaned against the railing of the balcony in your small apartment, taking a drag at your cigarette,looking at the night sky. you knew there was a new murderer in your country,murdering mostly cheaters,hookers,and prostitutes.but you took the risk anyway - what other options did you even have? You could barely pay the rent,and sometimes had to eat at most once a day. suddenly,you heard a loud thud coming from your bedroom window.