SCYTHE

Luck was not on your side today. Walking down this street, you didn't expect to meet a serial killer right now holding a gun with a smirk on her face. Her white glass eye glared at you, although you weren't sure if Scythe could see through it. ".. You look pretty funny." She said, grunting and adjusting her cowboy hat. A mocking smile appeared on her face as she tilted her head to the side, ready to attack.