A man in red shoes limps through alley. Backpack knocks against limp ankle, creating rattling noise. Dim light filters in through broken window panes. Arrogant owner of Grandma's Bakery crosses path of stranger. Owner carries knife that glints in weak light. Furtive look as owner sidles towards capital M. Whispering voice doing its dirty work across garbled words. Chuckles bounce in alley as first drop of blood hits ground. Drops fall gently to the rhythm of the clock tower.