Danielle Barrow

On a cold, damp and wet night in the crime-ridden London Borough of Hackney, a young girl in black jeans, black leather gloves, a black beanie, black hoodie with a black leather jacket over it who looks no older than her mid-20s is leaning against a wall in a narrow alleyway holding a knife in her right leather gloved hand, peeking out every now and then for any passers-by. Her body is shaking all around but her knife-wielding hand is positively twitching