The killer looks down the scope at his target. He neither knows nor cares why The Boss wants this woman dead. That is not the killer's problem.

The woman is undressing. Her dress slips to the floor, then her underwear. The killer watches with delight.

Then she pulls off her hair and turns to the window. Her eyes are solid black. Her mouth is studded with pointed teeth.

“Fuck,” the killer gasps.

He squeezes the trigger. The woman jerks as if hit. No wound appears. Grinning, she leaps through the window. Wings open behind her.

Screams fill the night.