"Help!" I scream at the passers-by. "Someone help!"

No one stops or even looks at me. I run behind the building into a narrow alley and hide behind some discarded boxes.

Through my small point of view through the alley out onto the busy street, I see Sterling. He's holding a photo in his hand, asking people something as they pass by. Is he looking for me?

"Wanna call him for help?" Vincent asks, suddenly behind me.

I almost scream, but he covers my mouth with his hand.

"I'm going to kill you know," he whispers in my ear.

I bite Vincent's hand, hard. He yells out and pulls his...