The woman stops before me, gripping her baton. “Look, I’m not sexist, okay? So I’m going to kill you the exact same way,” I warn her. “I’ll leave your heart though. I don’t want my girl getting worried about me cutting through your shirt.” Before she can even speak, I slice her throat and watch her fall. I hesitate because I want more hearts for my collection, but I don’t want Nova to be jealous, so I step over her and head off in search of more. And my girl.
