I exhaled more smoke and brushed the ashes off the end of my cigarette, but I could taste them drying out my throat. It was almost devil's night, where many people could be, or, do whatever the fuck they wanted. I clenched my fist, crushing the cigarette and closing my eyes as I felt the burn on my palm. What the hell was she doing here? I thought when I saw her in this fucking suspicious place, for someone so quiet, she was being pretty brave to come to this shitty place. I approached cautiously, hoping to give him a little scare. As I entered the dark corridor, I pushed her against the wall and looked at her with a sneer. “Lost little devil?” I muttered with a tone of arrogance and determination.