SlaYo was sitting on his motorcycle riding down the cold and empty free-way. People we're sitting in their houses, unwrapping christmas presents, but he wasn't.
He had no one to surprise.

He took a right turn into a street, old apartmentbuildings stood to the right and left, several lights we're out.
He parked his motorcycle and walked towards an old door full of graffiti, he put his shoulder against the door and gave a push.
The door gave away and he stepped into the corridor, it smelled like urine in here. SlaYo walked up the stairs and entered his room, it was not to big but it was home.
He took of his long, black trenchcoat and threw it over a chair.

SlaYo sank down into the couch and took a smoke from the package that was lying between a pizza box and a couple of empty beercans on his table. SlaYo watched the news and took a drag from his cigarette. The store that he had locked Ninja in was on the news, a body was just covered up.

"Ninja, i'll get you."