~Emma~

I walked down the deserted road, passing door what seemed like an endless line of lamps. They weren't much help, only lighting a small patch of the ground, but I was willing to use even something as skimpy as that. I knew that London was a dangerous place when night fell, so it was best I find shelter before someone catches up to me.

But it's already too late. The ominous sound of footsteps on stone reaches my ears. Too late, I think. Don't look behind you, Emma, DON'T look behind you... I can already pick up two things:One, it's an adult, of a very tall adolescent. The steps are very far...