If they didn’t all die she was going to kill him for this, found a way to bring him back and kill him again.
Well since there was no way to salvage this she might as well play along beside she hadn’t had coffee in a while anyways. She put the nightstick away and started to draw he pistol loaded with wooden bullets that had been soaked in holy water.
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