[i]That smell...[/i]

Alex stood close to Alice, their hands held still as he had listened to her speak. It was then that the smell flooded into his nose, the ridges of his nostrils arching in a sharp flare as he whiffed the metallic smell of Alice's dribbling blood from that slight cut on her hand.

[i]No. It can't be her! But, that smell...Just like that night.[/i]

Alex failed to notice his grip slightly tightening as he stared hard into Alice's face, eyeing her features as best as possible through her mask.

[i]A businesswoman, "worked long enough in fashion"... [/i]

Alex's grip turned to iron as he held Alice by her hand tightly, he stared deeply into her face. From within the shadowy depths of the slanted eye cuttings of the white mask, two gleaming red orbs began to twinkle.

[b]"You."[/b]