Setting a dark room, lit only by the bright lights of New York seeping in through the cracks of rotting boards nailed over the glassless window frames.

There are muffled cries of a woman and the approaching sounds of creaking footsteps on old floor boards before there is the loud squeaking of a rusty door.

The blade's sharp tip digs into her cheek, sliding in smoothly and silently as blood flows out from the wound like a stream of tears.