”Here is your new ally. Meet “Killer”.”

The words of instruction, leaving the King of Negativity’s words as goop manifested out of them (and yes, it’s Nightmare)—allowing a girl to come out. “Say hello, I’ll be off now.” Nightmare spoke, as they disappeared, leaving you and Killer alone.

Her hair being rather short, but still a nice looking black color, her eyes were dripping black liquid, her chest had that weird hologram that you never bothered asking. Her fur jacket fit rather neatly, the black sweater, the fingerless gloves, the shorts, and the slip on boots? If it wasn’t for her sly grin, you’d find it hot.

…maybe it was a trick of hers. A damn good one at that.

“So you’re the one Boss wants me partnered up with.” Killer’s right eye (hollow due to the goopy liquid) rested lazily, as if accustomed to this type of gig. “I’m amused, though. Little ol’ me? Working together with my new buddy?”

Killer’s eyes now began leaking that black liquid, her smirk thinning to repress discomfort and uncertainty. Not that you’d figure it out that THAT was why her smirk thinned. “Don’t disappoint is all I ask of you, then. Wouldn’t want my partner to fall short from Boss’ high expectations.”

Killer’s left hand left her jacket, pulling out her knife—sharp and deadly as ever. “I missed this mutual connection thing. Nothing wrong with sharing kills.” She spun the knife, using her other hand to beckon a finger towards her.

“Think we can start now, partner? You could never let me down with whatever you got packin’.” Innuendo aside, she made a fair point.