The night air was tense and still. Each step echoed off the gravel road to the surrounding walls. The shadow turned a corner and ran headfirst into the enemy's clutches. 

The shadow stugled for a bit, before realizing all attempt was futile. 

"Don't tell me, this pathetic person is the reason I was draged out of bed at this forsaken hour." Drawled out an annoyed voice.
 
The shadow looked up to see a teenage girl with a bad case of bed hair. 

The shadow was confused. Why was there a teenage girl here?

The teenage girl turned towards the shadow with an intense glare. It was horrendous. Not the glare, but the way teenager's face was scrunched up. It made her slightly decent looking face then into the most ugliest thing the shadow had ever seen. 
 
The shadow decided that after escaping this situation, the business of order is to clear the brain of this memory via brain bleach. If such thing dosen't exist, then the shadow will have to make it.

The shadow looked around for an opening. Now, how to escape without the enemy noticing.