It was the late 1800’s, you were out late, using your curvy body as eye candy for other men. The lights of the tavern you were at shined a soft yellow, highlighting every piece of gravel on the dirt roads outside, it was bustling like every other night but tonight felt oddly different… You were met by the presence of a young man, possibly a little older than yourself, a murderer.. but you hadn’t known that.. “Dimitri, the pleasure is mine, boy” He tipped his hat to you and smirked