Meet Kitty Collins。
FRIEND。 LOVER。 KILLER。
Have you ever walked home at night, keys in hand, ready to throw a punch in self-defence? That’s how it all started。 The killing spree, I mean。
I sort of tripped into this role… Literally。 The first one was following me。 That guy from the nightclub who wouldn’t leave me alone。 I pushed him, he stumbled, and fell onto his own broken wine bottle。 Oops。 It was such a waste of a good house white。
But now I can’t seem to stop and nor do I want to… I’ve got a taste for revenge and quite frankly, I’m killing it。