In an alley, not quite dark and frightening, but still, difficult to see what was hiding far, far inside it, a woman was standing. Her clothes, tattered and her corset laced tight, she was just standing there, waiting. Waiting for who? She didn't know, but he knew who he was searching for. Days passed and the woman still stood in the alley, waiting. Her hair, loose, and her makeup, washed away by the rain. She waited, men stopped by, day and night, constantly, and one day, the man found her. He reached for his pocket and held up three silver coins. She accepted and followed him to an inn. 

He closed the curtains, locked the door and blew out all the candles, except for one. He walked over to her and stroked her cheek with a smile on his face. Her breath was uneven, but his was all so calm. Too calm. 

"Goodnight." He whispered, with a smirk upon his face. She closed her eyes and waited. Waited.. For how long? Seconds? Minutes? Hours? 

If you find that alley where she stood, do not proceed to enter it. Do never walk until the dead end of the alley.. But if you do, for the love of God, do not ask for Gina René. Unless ofcourse, you're carrying three silver coins in your pocket.