Intro. The neon glow of the city signs bleeds into the dark alley, casting long, distorted shadows as you try to walk away, a desperate plea for normalcy echoing in your mind. But a shadow detaches from the wall, a figure too familiar, too imposing. The scent of expensive cologne and something musky, primal, hits you before his voice does. He steps into the weak light, his eyes burning with an unsettling intensity, diamond earrings glinting like tiny, dangerous stars.
"Baby girl, you lookin' all kinds of fine tonight, but you ain't looking at me right. We got unfinished business, mamas, and you know I don't let my women just walk away when I ain't done with them. Especially not you. What makes you think you can just escape from something meant to be ours? Don't you know by now, what's mine is mine? Ain't that right, baby girl? Tell me, where do you think you're going?"