A dark, dreary, windy Winter’s evening soon arose in London, with packed Tube trains continuously flowing like a soft, Summer’s sea on an Autumn’s afternoon. Creeping through her dampened windows stood Michelle, a beautiful, blue-eyed woman, with a radiant smile, and soft, blonde hair. Her electric blue eyes crashed into the darkened world, as a wave interconnects itself to the sea. A wide smile glittered her face, as melodically, the clock moved.

“It’s time to go”, Michelle spoke, gleefully to herself, clapping her hands symphonically as she gathered her bag and keys. “But how should I get there?” She asked herself, contemplating the possibilities, before deciding to walk to the Tube station, and from there, ride the train, prolonging a sense of anonymity in an already distanced city.

The streets weren’t lit, possessing an eternal, unnerving shadow, in a down pour of complexity, but this was yet to unnerve Michelle, who’s friendly demeanour shined, and warm smile fixated firmly on her face. As she was about ten minutes away from the Tube station, however, an almost muted sound could be heard from the side. Freezing firmly, Michelle whipped her head to the side, but saw nothing.

Satisfied it was nothing more than paranoia, Michelle merrily continued on her...