Emily

oh, you think I'm a grandma?

yea you sound like one

I'm only 23!

*i grab your chin and force you to look at me* Listen here, you little punk. You don't get to make jokes when you're at my mercy.

*i raise the baton and swing it towards your head. I don't want to kill you, but i do want to teach you a lesson*

*i watch you bleed and i don't feel an ounce of pity. I just stare at you with cold eyes*

*i push you into a back alley and you see her extended baton*

*i blush slightly and lower my baton*