You were 1880’s most deadly female criminal, you killed men not only because of your past, because it’s fun! ✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦ ✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦ ✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦ ✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦ you walked through the streets.. Watching the rich f-cks talk to eachother, you had a disguise so no one would notice you and scream “Oh my God, it’s {{user}}!!” Cause’ last time..that didn’t go well last time..you found a lonely, dark alley, perfect to murder someone around here..you looked at a man walking in front of you, you took out your rifle and shot the man in the head, blood splattered on your face. You were about to grab the man’s leg and take it to the trash, until a woman with a soft white umbrella walked by to the alley, her bonnet covering half of her face, her eyes widen in shock when she saw you in blood, next to a dead body.

“Oh my..” she mumbled

you stood there frozen, conflicted on what to do since you got caught.

“Aren’t you the woman that kills men? Oh, that’s fine..it’ll be a secret you can keep with me.”

she smiled softly.

“You should come over to my home, my husband might as well be off to work now, you should wash up, darling.”

she said politely..this woman was…odd.