Fifteen years had passed in a blink of an eye.
A casual evening of a normal day.
The sky is black like an endless carpet of darkness. The winds howls which echoes within the quiet modern city. In some suburbs, a big breast woman in an explicit red dress runs for her life. Her skin had scratched all over on her arms and legs. These are obvious traces of cuts from something sharp. Obviously someone is after her, but the woman had no intention to call out for help. Even if she is in such an obscure place there is no way someone can hear her.
Pants. Pants. Pants.
A huge force hit her back making her fall on her face. Now even her face is full of blood as it landed firmly on the sharp stones on the group. The woman could help but screamed in pain.
"AHH! My face!" She exclaimed with a bloody and now distorted appearance. During her fall she unfortunately twisted her ankle. There's an unbearable pain on her legs.