Mainland, Tuesday night - NFB

The witch must've had a feeling she was being followed, the way she kept looking over her shoulder. She quickened her pace as she headed home from work, her breath making little white clouds in the cold evening air.

Bel's heart was pounding nervously. If he didn't kill the girl, his father's soul would be destroyed. But if he did kill her, Phoebe would never forgive him. It would prove that he was just a demon after all, not a man. Everything he'd gain since his first attempt to leave the Underworld would be lost. His friends, his respect...everything. His own soul would be lost.

( The girl turned into the alleyway beside the dry cleaners. )

[ooc: locked to one who knows who he is, NFB due to distance.]