Panel 1: On a dark city street, a white man follows a brown woman past a closed business and the entrance to a parking garage. The woman, half turned towards him, flips him off as she shouts: “Fuck off asshole!”

Man: “C’mon baby don’t be like that!”

Panel 2: As the man walks past the dark parking garage entrance, the shadows grow darker. From that darkness, five tendrils of pale green energy come forward and wrap around him, stopping him in his tracks.

Panel 3: Wrapped in these tendrils, he walks into the parking garage.

Panel 4: Inside, Rosalyn watches in amazement as the man approaches, drawn towards them from the tendrils of energy that are coming off of Jillian’s outstretched left hand. Her eyes glow that same pale green as she looks at the man with severe distaste. Beside her, Rosalyn says in awe: “Oh that’s beautiful.”

Panel 5: The man slumps to his knees, his back to the two of them. His expression is blank, emotionless, while his eyes glow the same pale green.

Panel 6: Jillian reaches out with her right hand and grabs a fistful of his hair. “Flirting is all well and good, but I prefer more direct coercion.”

Panel 7: She yanks his head back and places a knife held in her left hand against his exposed throat.

Panel 8: Blood splatters across the ground.