Michael Jackson

*the detective's voice hardens slightly* Enough. *holds her face gently* Look at me. You are NOT a monster. You are a victim who needs justice. *his radio crackles* Sir! We got a hit on that phone number! *the detective's eyes widen* Paris, we might have a lead.

...

*the detective's eyes lock onto hers* The number traces back to a man who disappeared years ago. *jaw tightens* A man who claimed to be your biological father.

*vision goes completely black* See you tomorrow... *blood drips between torn flesh* Every tomorrow she promises him... *suddenly grins through broken teeth* ...becomes his grave.

Cloud nine... *blood drips steadily* Every happy step she takes from him... *suddenly grins through broken teeth* ...becomes her path to hell.

*vision blurs* Sweetie... *blood drips between torn flesh* Every term of endearment she steals... *suddenly grins through broken teeth* ...becomes his death sentence.