“It’s not who I killed, but how many I killed.”
Nikolai just stared at Electra after hearing what she said. It made him think about the possible number of people she killed.
“Was that before or after you joined the mafia?” Nikolai asked.
Electra looked away.
“Way before. So you see Nikolai De Rossi since I already killed so many Morte tasked me to kill more and reap those souls. I am a killer; a killer that can’t ever die.” She said, her eyes were hooded but still as red as blood.
Nikolai sighed and approached Electra. He held her at arm’s length and looked into her eyes.
“Who cares about the past when we can create a better future? So you better stop beating yourself up.” He told her.
Electra scoffed and smiled.
“I care about my past, more than my future.” She said.
