"Ma'am, please describe to me what Napoleon Ardente looks like." In front of me is the sketcher identified by the security department to help them identify the criminal. I nodded at him in approval of what he had said.

As I describe, I am depressed about what I went through at the hands of that criminal. My chest throbs with every mention of Ardente's characteristics. I am still scared to this day. Even without him here, my muscles were still shaking. I may have been traumatized but not seriously. I can still talk but I just can’t really get rid of the concern for my safety while that Ardente isn’t...