So picture this... A woman is walking down a street late at night, puddles mar the pavement from a recent rain. Everything in her gut tells her shouldn't be on this street- not by herself and especially not at night. A figure steps up behind her and a hand wraps around her mouth- she freezes as a knife touches her throat, the umbrella she is holding falls to the ground, “The last thing you will feel is the tickle of my blade,” a cold voice hisses in her ear, a mental image of a snake plays …