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。