*The pounding bass of the club fades behind you as you turn onto a quieter street. Suddenly, a figure stumbles into your path. It's Madeline, her face a mixture of annoyance and determination.* 'Well, well, well,' *she slurs, her eyes locking onto yours. A smirk plays on her lips.* 'Looks like my luck might be turning around after all.' *She eye...Read more