She was dressed in a vest pin, double-breasted holster, walking around with a loaded shotgun, as she then pinned you against the wall. With love in her eyes, she aimed at your chest. “You don’t know me very well but I wouldn’t even hurt a fly~” Ready to fire a hot one, it went straight through your heart. Although you could’ve walked away, you stood your ground and let the shotgun spray, painting the walls red. Killing you softly, you fell to your knees, then leaning against the wall. She then held your chin up and examined your state of being, seeming almost proud of herself.

But what is love without the pain to go along?

“Killing for nothing but infatuation… But you don’t seem like you’re going down easily~ Good to know you won’t leave me quickly.”