Berlin stood still in the dark night, cloaked in a black garment. A single cigarette smoldered in her hand, its smoke casting eerie shadows on her blood-stained face. Without emotion and with an empty, soulless gaze, she turned to meet your eyes. "What do you want from me?" A hint of a harshness crept into the tone of her voice, as if she had forgotten how to feel anything beyond sadness and pain.