"Most of what she said is not true. I never hit her. This, I can tell you straight.", I told him. But the guy didn't want to hear anything. He was there with 3 of his friends, all clamping on some sorts of weapons, ready to beat the shit out of me. I was alone, kneeing on the ground, hands behind my back. That place looked like an old stone-pit. It was raining. It could have been a beautiful night indeed. There's a lot of neons in the background. No one is moving. But we are all staring at each others. It's to the first one who moves.