<strong>Roderick - Near a parking lot between Federal Street and Rose Avenue</strong><br/><br/>Although the actual parking lot was across the street, the building that the girl had been knocked into was a mattress store.  "Get some rest and peace" was the motto of the Cloud Nine Mattresses, and somehow it seemed ironically fitting as the last living spot for a young woman whose life was cut off without warning or reason.<br/><br/>The blood had already splattered all over the area, but it wasn't still pumping its way out.  Some was still oozing like a punctured water balloon, but it seemed to lack a pulse, any sort of force that was keeping the blood moving.  The girl's eyes were still wide open, staring in shock and confusion, but much of the back of her head had been bashed in.  It wasn't a clean or a painless death, but at least it had been quick.<br/><br/>The streetlamp overhead suddenly burst, with two others nearby doing the same.  A strange reaction, although not that uncommon with the faulty parts so often purchased nowadays.  The moon couldn't seem to manage any light through the clouds, but there still enough to see shapes and shadows from the lights some distance away.<br/><br/>The two got out from the vehicle, a woman from the passenger seat who already had a phone in hand to call the authorities, and a man who tried his best to very discreetly zip up his jeans when he got out from the car.  "How bad is she?" he asked in a state close to panic.  "Is she going to be alright?"