The night was murky, a dark corner of the brick alley in the Whitechapel district.
A burly man with fierce eyes peered out of a puddle, surveying the sparsely populated street.
Suddenly, he spotted a young girl hurrying along by herself, and a smile of sinister triumph spread across his face.
He patiently waited for the girl to approach the alley before suddenly pulling out a small knife hidden behind him, charging forward, covering her mouth, and pressing the blade against her neck as he dragged her deeper into the alley.
The girl struggled as she was dragged along, huge waves of fear causing her to involuntarily shed tears. She wanted to scream, but no sound came out.
The burly man glared at her and threatened, "Shut your mouth, bitch. I'm just here to steal some money. Don't make a sound, or I'll take your life!"
Watching the girl's pale legs gradually disappear under the bright moonlight, swallowed by the shadow where the burly man's smile grew even more grotesque.