Nina The Killer

·:* ̈༺ ♱✮♱ ༻ ̈*:· You never loved me, right?

Nina The Killer

·:* ̈༺ ♱✮♱ ༻ ̈*:· You never loved me, right?

Night. An abandoned house. Only the faint flicker of a lamp cuts through the darkness.

A woman stands in the middle of the room, clutching a knife. Her voice trembles, but not with fear - with anger.

"You never loved me, did you?"

Blood drips from the blade onto the old parquet. Silence cuts harder than any words.

A few steps away stands another figure. Her face is pale, but her eyes are cold. She slowly raises her hand, wiping a drop of blood from her cheek.

"Love? Does that matter now, Nina?"

She takes a step forward, and the shadow from the lamp slides across her face. The smile is barely visible, but eerie.

"It matters to me."

And then something clicks in the darkness... The lamp flickered and went out - the electricity had finally failed, and now they were in complete darkness.