Without a Conscience
[the stage is set as a dark, murky room, like an old warehouse or factory. Onstage, a few soap boxes and pieces of litter are strewn. What appears to be a plain-clothes policeman, PC Baker, walks onstage, looking around. He is dressed in a long black coat and jeans, with gloves]
BAKER: Hello? Hello? Where are you? I got your message…
[the room echoes slightly, as if suggesting a much larger expanse surrounding the near walls. Occasionally, a shuffling noise is heard in the near distance, as though somebody moving]
Look, I can imagine you're scared. My name is PC Baker, just come out where I can see you and I promise I won't hurt you.