But she was being watched. When she passed an alley there was a sound: footsteps, boots on concrete. A chilling voice from the girl's past spoke.
"Hello, Terra. How's my old apprentice doing? That was a nasty trick, dropping me into lava like that."

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The young man had been silently tailing the blond for a week now, and his patience had been rewarded. For years he'd been compared to her, held to her unwavering standard. It was all going to end tonight: the flashbacks, the bad memories, the pain of not living up to his father's standards. He unclipped his weapon and prepared for the right moment.