The night was interrupted by the sound of screeching tires. Worried faces started appearing from now lit up windows from nearby buildings, people rushed outside to see what’s the matter. Someone even called the police and ambulance in hopes that the latter would be able to help the redhead that motionless was sprawled on the cold asphalt.  Victims of the scene were dancing around the body while the night sky trembled and was cut in half letting shadows walk out of the crack onto the ground - all of them snaked in the air creating a tall dark female figure.  First appeared the eyes, resembling deep cold eyes, then followed the face, pale and emotionless, almost like a statue. A pitch black plait neatly rested on the narrow sharp shoulders. The stranger stepped under the street lights, her clothes was hanging on her skinny frame, hand were covered by just as black gloves ending all the way up her elbows - those were so unnatural, it almost looked like the gloves weren’t a piece of clothing, rather the woman’s own skin stretched over her bony hands. No one paid the new guest attention, as if she were invisible.