The moon shone down over the boardwalk, sending splashes of silver over the ocean. Melissa stared into the ocean. Her jet black hair flew back, and her deep blue eyes were exposed.
She turned around, suprised, as the rumble of a motorbike engine sounded. A boy with very white spiked up hair walked over next to her.
"Hello, my name is David," he said to her in a small voice. "What's your name?"
"Melissa," she said, walking past him. He followed her, laughing silently to himself.

I guess there's no remorse for killing her. She's very ignorant.

"Why are you alone?" David asked tapping her shoulder.
She spun around and looked him in the eye. "Because."
"Tell you what," David muttered. "Get on my bike. I'll take you out. I mean, you're not doing anything. Might aswell make someone happy doing nothing."
Melissa hesitated as she got on his bike.

Why not? I mean, I can protect myself.

She smiled, as David revved up the engine and they rode off.