Int. Seven Tower — {{user}}’s apartment - night.

Bottom line. Is she gonna be nice? Or is she gonna be Pippi Fucking Longstocking? We see the change — we see her mask finally come off.

“You’re not gonna tell anyone anything.” She says, confident. A-Train turns around, a smug smirk on his face.

“Who says I haven’t already?”

“‘Cause then I’d already be dead. You’re not gonna do shit.” She said.

“Why is that?”

“Because you killed your fucking girlfriend.” Silence echoed through the room.