zi-lin

A drunken Naomi Campbell  stumbles into the producers lounge, she wipes a single tear from her face, takes a long drag of her cigarette, steadies her trembling hands and pulls a tiny revolver out of her cute vintage Versace clutch. With a cold look in her eyes she points it directly at Karolina’s temple, raises one determined eyebrow and mutters with conviction… “This is what you get, when you fuck with my Zi Lin.”

Darkness…