<strong>V, in the Town Hall</strong><br/><br/>The girl was trembling in his grip, a few more quiet sobs of pain wracking her as he pulled her hair. "No!... no, no one who lives here rides a bike, I swear!" Her reply was frantic; she was scared out of her wits, completely cowed into compliance. V doubted it would help at this point, but maybe if she was good, they wouldn't do as much to her before she died. Hell, maybe that grizzled old man's advice about her tattoo would come true, and she wouldn't die.<br/><br/>Then again, maybe that wouldn't be such a good thing.