Running through the streets, abandoned and desolate, was something he had never imagined himself doing in his mind’s eye. The sound of his pounding heart was drowned out by the equal rhythm of his attacker’s footsteps, closing in on him with each passing second. The victim’s lean, wrinkled face was drenched in a mixture of blood and sweat, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he realized that his fate would be the same as Melissa’s: death.

He turned a corner, hoping to lose his pursuer, but the attacker was relentless, his footsteps growing louder and more menacing with each passing moment. The victim’s heart was pounding so hard in his chest that he could feel it in his ears, drowning out all other sounds.

Suddenly, he reached a dead end in the street, and his heart sank as he realized that he had nowhere left to run. His attacker closed in on him, grabbing him by the collar and throwing him to the ground with a sickening thud.

The victim’s body convulsed with pain as his attacker took his time in creating agony for him. The sound of bones cracking and flesh tearing filled the air, accompanied by the victim’s screams of agony. The attacker’s face was twisted into a grotesque mask of pleasure, relishing in the pain he was inflicting upon his victim.

The victim’s mind was consumed with fear and pain, his body writhing in agony as he struggled to escape the clutches of his attacker. But it was too late. The attacker had already claimed his life, leaving him to die alone in the deserted streets.

But the story doesn’t end there. The victim’s spirit rose from his lifeless body, seeking revenge on his attacker. The attacker’s ghost was haunted by the victim’s vengeful spirit, tormented by the same pain and agony that he had inflicted upon his victim.

The sound of the attacker’s screams echoed through the deserted streets, accompanied by the sickening sound of bones cracking and flesh tearing. The attacker’s face was twisted in agony, his body writhing in pain as the victim’s spirit exacted its revenge.

In the end, the attacker was left to suffer the same fate as his victim, consumed by the same fear and pain that he had inflicted upon others. The deserted streets were left to the ghosts of the dead, haunted by the echoes of their screams and the sound of their footsteps as they ran for their lives.