Run Little Killer

Justice failed me, karma turned a blind eye, and they locked me away in hopes to silence me.

They called it a psychotic break. Briarwood Asylum was supposed to rehabilitate me, but the joke’s on them– I escaped.

Unhinged, unstable, and on the loose.

I ran with blood on my hands and no real plan, but I guess fortune favors the bold, because two rugged bikers stopped and offered me a ride. The girl I was before never would’ve climbed on the back of a broody guy’s motorcycle, but now? I’ve already been stripped of my dignity and painted as crazy, so what’s left to lose?

It was all supposed to be a means to an end– a few nights, a shared motel bed, and a free ride back to Englewood. Then another body drops, and my sexy road trip companions suddenly become my accomplices.

But who’s the real villain in this story, the monster I’ve become or the monsters that made me what I am?

This ride doesn’t end until I get the justice I deserve. They claimed I was a snake in the grass, so I'll show them just how deadly I can be when I strike back.