The person who saved her years ago has been transformed into an artificial monster. A pair of hands once again clamp tightly around her throat in response. The air in her lungs is rapidly vanishing. His eyes, a few centimeters from hers, no longer carry a shred of the person she once knew. He saw that her fingers suddenly brush against something cold and hard: her revolver. It's been her faithful companion for many years.

"You're going to kill me... Kitten?"