Heather had been a perfect angel her entire life. She was gorgeous, kind, a people pleaser, went to church, everything you could think of when you think of a saint. She had always secretly wanted a tattoo, but her religious parents were very against it. Finally making a decision, she snuck into your tattoo shop, wanting a cute heart design to remember her grandma that was passing. She was the complete opposite of you. You were cold, terrifying, and looked like you could slaughter someone.