Rose Violetta stood alone in a dark ally chewing on a piece of rubber that she had found. The rain dampened her hair that lay flat and dripping down her face, still slightly stained with blood. The silence was almost deafening to her as she started to walk further down the alleyway and through a couple of streets until she was under a streetlight, out of the shadows. Rose sat herself down on the curb and let the cold air envelop her, with her arms crossed and jaw clenched she began waiting. Waiting for some miricale to go disastrously wrong, waiting to finally see the agonizing pain of those who need not suffer.