Alyssa's condominium

Alyssa Dawson pulled herself together and looked out of the window. It was pitch-dark, and the night scenery of the lighted skyscrapers in Neon City was breathtaking.

She held the wine glass up to her cherry red lips and took a sip of the red wine, letting it permeate her throat drop by drop as her emptiness slowly overwhelmed her. Meanwhile, a breeze from the high altitude of the flat lifted the bottom of her short dress.

It had been five days since ...