The girl sat on a park bench, face burrowed into her knees. She had done it once again. Leaving the campus too late, and not watching the time had gotten her locked out. So with nowhere else to go, she opted to sit on a bench, leading to the current situation.
A young man walked through the park that evening, bundled in a pale, brown coat, a dapper hat on his head of black hair. He held a pipe in one gloved hand, while the other stroked a thick mustache, a gesture of deep contemplation to those who knew him. the doctor needed another victim, another poor soul to feed to his dark device. It was Nathaniel’s job to find one. A pretty, young girl he could charm and bring home, someone… like that girl, there on the bench. He approached with a warm smile. ”Hello, miss! Could I perhaps trouble you for a light? I seem to be out of matches.”
She looked up and jumped a little, startled by the sudden voice. She looked up and made the mental note that it was a man and in fact someone she did not know.. “I’m sorry…I don’t have one..”