Kitty Collins

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, .