It’s 1 AM at the club. The music is too loud and people are too drunk. She is tired and wants to go home. She stands in line at the coat check.
“Can I have your ticket?” the girl behind the counter asks when it’s her turn.
She opens her clutch bag to find it. The spring knife is still safe at the bottom, but she notices that blood has gotten on the ticket stub. With her heart beating in her ears she hands the bloody stub to the girl. She gets her jacket and walks out with a sigh.