❝ Little nursie went to the market... Eeny, meeny, miny, mayhem... ~ To catch the vile and corrupted, And free their minds life's disrupted.

Slice their jugular, an ear or two, Survivors to the purge will be few ~ ♪ Don't scream or struggle, little bird... It'll make things much worse, so I've heard ~ ❞

the woman sings in a playful tone, a smile much too wide to be reflecting anything sane plastered on her own lips.