Author's point of view
In the farthest corner where the neon lights could not quite reach, there was silence. The booth sat in the shadow, almost forgotten, yet a certain man who leaned against it saw everything. His eyes cut through the haze of smoke and flashing lights with predatory precision, locked on a single figure.
His mouth carved into a shadow of a smile before he reached for his phone.
The line rang once. Twice. Then came the voice dripping with warning and thin patience. "This better be important." The tone of the person on the other phone was a blade pressed to the throat.
The man in the booth tilted his head, eyes never leaving the girl. "I wouldn't disturb you otherwise. But it seems.." He paused, savoring the words. "Your precious lamb has wandered into the forest w
