I heard yet another glass shatter on the floor behind me. I usually cringe at the sound of a thousand pieces making their way across the creaky floorboards but this time i didnt, in fact i couldnt care less about who was dropping them, and why. I knew who it was and i knew exactly why.
'Ophelia pick up the mess!' I slowly turned my body to face him. My eyes met his with a sharp, sour glare. I said nothing, i just looked straight at him, his face red with blood about to boil and his soul seemed as black as the night. It was too bad i was about to lighten up the dark alley...
