It was a mild day in Seabrooke. In the hidden city of New York, marks a spot of beauty. Or what it used to be. Where the sun used to lay, but now rain pours as God's tears. Where it's cleanliness turned dirty.

The sun fell from the sky, then the night came. Ciara came strolling in her thick red hot lips and melanin skin towards Justin's house. Her thin hot red blouse and mini shorts printing as she steps foot on his doorstep.

"Justin!" Ciara knocks twice more. There's no response.

"You can't keep me waiting down here. I didn't come here looking like this for a reason"

There's no response at all. She picks up the doormat and yanks the keys from underneath. And let's herself in. Stepping in the bright living room, where the white and yellow walls burned her eyes.

She steps foward into the kitchen. She notices a big feeted man on the floor by the counter. As she drags her feet with each step, moving closer, she starts to scream her lungs out. Justin lying on the floor multiple stab marks with his guts split on the wooden flooring. His pale face missing two eyeballs, and open heart exposed. His skin was disorted with a "RM" marking on his arm.

She muffles and cries some more. Her tears drown her face into an ocean. She hears the hard wooden floor creak. The creaking continues, then silence. A dark figure swiftly sweeps past her face. Only to see his tall black boots and dark cape. She looks over and sees nobody.