“Hey Aaron, we’re heading out for a beer, you want to come?” Aaron looked up from his computer screen, squinting into the darkness at his coworkers. “Nah, I’m good. I really need to finish these reports by tomorrow.” “Suit yourself.” Aaron watched in disappointment as they filed out of the office. It was late, well past midnight on a Friday, and he was stuck at the office yet again. He rubbed his bleary eyes and settled back into his chair, looking numbly at the spreadsheets in front of him. He didn’t notice the dark shape creeping out of the shadows towards him. Aaron leaned back in his chair, barely stifling a yawn, when a hand clamped down hard over his nose and mouth. His first instinct was to scream, but the hand pressing against his face held a thick rag, muffling his voice. A sickly sweet smell invaded his nostrils, and Aaron clawed at his attacker’s arms, trying to pry them off. Their grip was surprisingly strong, and Aaron felt the strength slowly draining from his own muscles. He tried to say “Just take my wallet,” but it came out in a sloppy slur of words as he dropped out of consciousness. His attacker released her hold and Aaron slumped forward onto his desk. “Fifteen years later and you still don’t put up a decent fight,” she marvelled. In the cool light of the computer monitor, her golden blonde hair was a perfect platinum. She pulled a thick coil of rope from her jacket pocket. “Tonight you and I are going to have a little fun.”