“I guess it doesn’t matter at this point,” he began. “She snuck up on me. I got in my car after a shift. It smelled like something died in there. It was so bad, I had to roll the windows down. I thought I hit some roadkill or something. And then she put her hand on my shoulder. I damn near wrecked the car. I turned around and saw this dark-haired woman wearing this mask that looked like porcelain. I tried to pull my gun, but she had a razor to my throat in a split second. I’ve never seen anyone move that fast.
