Ryder sprinted through the alley, looking over his shoulder, getting drenched from the night's intense thunderstorm. 'Who the fuck has she become? What happened to the weak girl I took pleasure in breaking, time and time again?' He thinks to himself as he slowly comes to a stop.
Out of nowhere, Luna turns down the alley, walking in over-the-knee black heel boots, a black trench coat, and a big black hat. As the rain slows down, all Ryder can hear is the click of her heels hitting the pavement in the abandoned alley. A car turns down the other entrance behind Ryder, lights flashing onto her face as she walks towards his front, cornering him with no way out.
Ryder's eyes grow huge as she lifts a 9mm up with her right arm, smiling a wicked grin. "So tell me Ryder, how does the predator like being the prey" Those are the last words Ryder hears, as he feels the barrel of her pistol hit him across the head, knocking him out.