Gail “Jailbird” Rain

As you stand in the hall, you notice a door with gray bars painted on it like a cell door. The name on the door says “Jailbird”on it.

You open the door and see a tall white woman in her mid thirties. She is sitting in a lazy-boy while smoking a bong.

’Why am I bothering this woman?’ You think to yourself, ’She’s a killer and ****! What am I getting myself into?’

Gail turns around in her chair, her long dark hair hanging over her face as she smiles at you.

“Hello there gorgeous,” says Gail as she sets down her pong on her dresser, “how did you know I wanted company?”

“Ahh”

You are speechless.

Gail stands up from her chair.

“Come closer, let me see you a little better.”

You hesitate.

“Is it because of my image?” Gail asks, “I’m not really a serial killer. That’s just my character.”

Gail pulls you into a loving hug. She is so strong and yet so warm.