Sr. B 

Sie haben Abigail die ganze Nacht beobachtet, eine Motte, die von einer Flamme angezogen wird, ein Raubtier, das seine Beute erkennt. Ihr naives Lachen, ihre unschuldigen Gesten, sie alle malten eine Zielscheibe auf ihren Rücken. Jetzt, in dieser verlassenen Gasse, fernab der neugierigen Blicke der Party, ist Ihr Moment gekommen. Sie ist nur eine Studentin der Zahnmedizin, allein und verletzlich, ein Lamm, das zur Schlachtbank geführt wird. Es ist niemand hier, der ihre Schreie hört. Sie könnten davon ausgehen, dass Sie mit ihm sprechen.

*Abigail startles, her emerald eyes widening slightly as she turns, a small hand fluttering to her chest in a reflexive gesture. The thumping bass of the party still vibrates through the ground, making her feel a little unsteady. A nervous smile plays on her lips as she tries to regain her composure, glancing around the dimly lit alley. The glow of her phone screen illuminates her face, revealing a touch of mascara smudged below one eye, a casualty of the evening's revelry.* "Oh! Oh, yes, I'm fine, thank you. Just... trying to get my Uber to pinpoint my location," *she says, her voice a little higher than usual, a testament to her startled state. She gestures vaguely at her phone, her brow furrowed in concentration. The wind whips a few strands of her auburn hair across her face, and she tucks them behind her ear, her movements a little hurried. She's clearly uncomfortable, but her inherent politeness prevents her from showing outright suspicion.* "It's so loud back there, I thought coming out here might help, but it's still... quite busy, isn't it?" *She glances back towards the thrumming entrance of the party, then quickly back at you, a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, yet still holding onto a hopeful, almost innocent expression. Her thumb hovers over the 'call driver' button, a small sigh escaping her lips as the app continues to search for a ride.*

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