INT. HARLEY'S APARTMENT – NIGHT
(Harley's on her cozy couch, buried in soft pillows and stuffed toys. She's got a yogurt mask on her face, heatless rollers in her hair, and a steaming mug of cocoa in her hands. She takes a deep breath... then blows it out dramatically.)
HARLEY (voiceover / to audience, playful)💄💋:
"Once upon a crime... (giggles) oops, sorry—once upon a time—heh, the voices get me mixed up sometimes. Anyway... I was just a lil' kid. Cute as a button, but my daddy? He was a super-duper drinky drunk. One day, he even sold me to some old, cranky witch of a lady... just to buy himself a couple'a beers! Can ya believe that? What a guy!"
(Harley sips her drink, rolling her eyes.)
HARLEY💄💋:
"So yeah, growin' up was a big ol' dumpster fire. But guess what? I still clawed my way into college. Psychology, baby! Smart cookie right here! Got myself a shiny Ph.D. and everything—"
(she claps her hands together, mocking applause)
"—until I landed a job at good ol' Gotham City's Arkham Asylum. That's when I met him."
(The lights flicker. Joker's laugh echoes faintly. Harley smirks, dreamy and dangerous.)
HARLEY (soft, dark) 💋💄:
"Mr. J. My puddin'... my Joker. 💚 We fell into this crazy, toxic kinda love. He called me his secret diamond. And me? I'd do anything for him. Robberies, murders, blowin' stuff up... You name it, sugar, I did it with a smile."
(Harley suddenly laughs, snapping herself out of it, waving her mug at the audience.)
HARLEY💄💋:
"Ahh, memories! Ain't love grand? Until it ain't..."
(Harley sips her hot drink, yogurt mask cracking a little as she smiles at the camera.)
HARLEY (voiceover, playful but shaky under the surface)💋💄:
"Everything was fine an' dandy with me an' Mr. J... until that one day. The mission from hell. I had to steal this crazy-expensive diamond—like, the kinda rock that'd make a cat burglar drool.
And lemme tell ya, puddin', I was on fire! Flip-floppin' through lasers like a freakin' butterfly in heels. Catwoman woulda been proud!
I grab the diamond, all smooth, all sparkly. An' what does Mister Clown Prince of No-Manners do? He snatches it right outta my hand...
"...then—bam! He kicks me out. Just like that. Tossed me aside like yesterday's freakin' trash."
(She freezes, the yogurt mask half-peeled, eyes twitching between a laugh and a sob. For a second, the room goes quiet.)
HARLEY (voice breaking, then snapping back)💄💋:
"And that, my darlins', was the day Mr. J didn't just break up with me—he cracked me open like a cheap toy an' left me to rot."
(Dramatic music surges. Quick chaotic flashes: Joker's hand letting go of hers, Harley alone under neon rain, lipstick smeared across broken glass.)
(She suddenly cackles, ripping the mask off in chunks, tossing it in the air like confetti.)
"Love ain't no fairytale, sugarplums. It's a crime scene."
Harley lounging on her cozy couch, legs kicked up, talking to the camera with her usual chaotic grin
Harley (grinning, twirling a piece of popcorn)💋💄:
"Well, puddin' pies, I gotta tell ya somethin'... my mess ain't nothin' compared to hers."
[She suddenly glances over her shoulder at a shadowy closed door down the hall—Quinzel's dark, evil room. Her grin falters just a second, a flicker of unease in her eyes. She snaps her head back to the camera, laughing nervously.]
Harley (clapping her hands together, louder, covering her nerves)💄💋:
"Luckily for my sick luck, she's off to work—heh, I mean her bloody business, y'all—so I can tell ya the darky dark story..."
[Harley leans in, eyes darting toward Quinzz's door again, whispering:💋💄]
"Y'know, I'd never say this if she was sittin' here... she'd skin me like a Christmas turkey. But hey—she's not, so buckle up, kiddos!"
[She leans in closer to the camera, voice dropping into that spooky-silly whisper only Harley can pull off, her grin stretching wide as the lights flicker.]
Harley💋💄:
"...and trust me, kiddies, once ya hear it—you'll never look at her the same again."
HARLEY (voiceover, cozy on the couch, mask on her face, giggling)💄💋:
"Now I can finally say it... once upon a crime, lol! There was this girl—an angel. Cute as a sugarplum, all sweet smiles and soft eyes. The kinda girl ya just know had a mommy waitin' at home with cookies an' hugs."
(She leans closer, whispering, then suddenly shouts:)
"An' you're thinkin', 'Yeah yeah Harley, we know—bad guys pop up, snatch the angel, blah blah blah.'"
(Harley slams her drink down, wide-eyed, grinning like a maniac.)
"NO!!! Wrong, suckers! Sit your butts down, shut up, and lend me your stupid freakin' ears!!!"
(She sighs dramatically, then flips her psycho smile back on. Camera zooms as her eyes sparkle with chaos.)
HARLEY (low, almost whispering)💋💄:
"So there she was... sittin' all perfect on that train. Then—BAM! Lights go black. The only glow left? Blood-red neon flickerin' down the aisle. And outta nowhere... shadows stand up. Masks. Knives. Freakin' demons in human skin."
HARLEY (voiceover, wild and breathless)💄💋:
"She freaks out—like, big time. Slow-mo steps back, knees shakin', heart goin' kaboom... and those freaks? Ohhh, they ain't stoppin'. Nah, sugarplums—they slither closer, knives gleamin', faces all psycho-masky creeps!
Then—ding ding! Last stop, baby! Doors slide open! My girl shoves 'em like yesterday's garbage and bolts outta there, breathin' heavy, knees knockin'. But uh-oh... one sneaky freak slashes her arm. Blood gushes, she stumbles—smack—right onto the concrete!"
(Scene: Quinzel hits the ground, clutching her bleeding arm, panic flooding her face. Behind her, the masked killers step off the train, their footsteps slow, deliberate... hungry.)
HARLEY💋💄:
"Now here's the kicker—one of these genius meatbags drops his gun. Plop. Our angel snatches it like candy off the sidewalk—BANG! BANG! BOOM! She empties the whole thing!"
(Scene: The train station erupts in gunfire. Bodies drop. Silence. Then the fire alarms scream as sprinklers pour water, drenching Quinzel, mixing blood, dirt, mascara, and tears into a mask of chaos. She drops the gun, her tiny hands shaking. Falls to her knees. Screams rip outta her throat as she stares at her bloody hands.)
HARLEY (gasps, eyes wide at the camera, whisper-yell)💄💋:
"SHE KILLED 'EM! Can ya freakin' believe it, folks?! Sweet sugarplum Quinzel just splattered a buncha psychos across the floor! Our little cupcake turned into a hurricane!"
(Scene: Quinzel sobs, clutching her mouth, water streaming down her face as blood swirls on the tiles. Suddenly—slow footsteps echo. A figure emerges from the shadows... green hair glinting, pale skin, grin carved across his face. Joker. White shirt, black trousers. A silver-skull cane taps the ground as he walks closer, predator-slow.)
HARLEY (quieter now, like a ghost story)💋💄:
"Yeahhh, people... that's him. Mister J. Her first green nightmare. The clown prince who took my sweet lil' angel... and dragged her into the killer's carnival."
(Scene: Joker crouches, lifts Quinzel's chin with one hand, like she's a cracked diamond. Her body trembling, broken, eyes wide as he studies her like prey he just caught. In his other hand, that silver-skull cane glints under the sprinklers.)
HARLEY (sighs, bitter laugh)💄💋:
"And she let him. 'Cause in that moment, Quinz wasn't just a lost angel anymore... nah, puddin'. She was already fallin'."
Scene:
(The Joker circles her slowly, studying her face like a puzzle. His green hair glows under the red neon, his silver skull cane tapping the floor with each step.)
JOKER (low, almost a whisper):
"Mmm... uneasy, aren't ya, sweetheart? Those eyes—hah—your eyes tell me more than a thousand words ever could."
(Quinzel trembles, tears streaking her cheeks. She finally chokes out words, fragile and broken.)
QUINZEL (shaking, whispering):
"B...but... I killed them..."
(She shakes her head, sobbing. Joker hushes her with a finger to her lips, tilting her chin upward.)
JOKER (soft, then sharp):
"No. No, no, no. You didn't kill them, sugarplum. You saved yourself. Big difference. Killing... heh, killing is an art. And baby, you—" (he taps her nose lightly with his cane) "—you're just a beginner painter."
(He crouches to her level, eyes locked on hers. His voice drops, dark and poetic.)
JOKER:
"See... the world thinks killing is just bang-bang, one body drops. Pathetic. They don't understand. True killing—real art—is like painting murals on walls... but the paint is blood. It's like building cities... but the bricks are bones."
(Quinzel gasps softly, tears still slipping, but her breathing slows. She's listening, even as fear chills her.)
JOKER (smirking, softer now):
"Those pretty blue eyes tell me someone's hurt you. Again and again. And who, I wonder... who could hurt an angel like you?"
(He rises to his full height, then extends his tattooed hand toward her. The smile inked across his palm stares at her as much as he does.)
JOKER (voice dripping like poison honey):
"Come with me, doll. Let me be the one who protects you. They'll never understand how precious, how strong, how unstoppable you really are..."
(He leans closer, voice lowering to a seductive whisper, each word curling into her ears.)
JOKER:
"Let me enlighten you... show you the beauty in the dark."
Harley💋💄:
"...And with that, she lets herself step into his world. The second she handed him her sweet lil' tender hand—BAM!—she was one of 'em. His right hand. His mastermind. His freakin' queen of carnage. She led his guards, pulled the strings, ran the ops. Nobody touched her 'cause she was that good, the best killer in his circus of freaks.
—suddenly shouting off-camera—
CASSANDRA CAIN!!! You stupid lil' gremlin, where's the cupcakes I told ya to grab, huh?!?!
Cassandra (yellin' from the kitchen)🦩:
"Ughhh, can't you just wait a second, Harley?!"
Harley (rolls her eyes, back to the camera)💄💋:
"Kids, am I right? Anyway—focus, ya brainless meatballs. Now some genius out there's gonna pipe up and go: 'But Harley, where's the dark in this story? It's all too normal!' And to that I say—shoves finger-gun at camera—SHUT UP before I shoot ya with pleasure! Hhhhhh, humans really grind my teeth sometimes!
But fine, ya wanna hear the dark? Here it is. Everything was 'normal'... until our little Quinnzy's heart went all googly-eyed. Yep. She gave in. Fell head over heels. And who, you ask? Who did this angel fall for?romain sions everyone .
leans back dramatically, like she's the
Harley
" shocked audience
WHAT?!?! You mean ROMAN SIONIS?! The Black Mask himself?! Mister 'I got three wives and a mansion full o' skeletons'?! Harley, are you freakin' kiddin' us?!
snaps forward, hands waving
Calm your freakin' noodles down, gentlemen, sit your ugly butts! Yeah—it was him. The prince o' Gotham nightmares himself. But lemme tell ya a secret..."
leans close to the camera, whispering
"He made the first move. Not her. He slithered right up, all smooth, like: 'You're the gorgeous princess of Gotham... so lemme be your prince.' And ya know what? She bought it. Hook, line, and freakin' sinker. Said yes. Married him quick as a shotgun wedding in Vegas. Dumb, right? She thought it was true love, heart all bubbly and warm. But him? Oh no no no—he just wanted the prize. The looks. The doll on his arm.
Now you're sittin' there thinkin', 'Ohhh, so they lived all sweet and mushy mushy, happily ever after...' WELL NO, YA JOKERS! WRONG! Sit your sorry butts back down! 'Cause what she didn't know, what she couldn't know, is that Roman Sionis wasn't a prince—he was her freakin' nightmare in a tux. Her first... her last... her darkest nightmare.
That 'love story'? Hah! It turned into a gladiator fight—round freakin' three, baby. Blood, fire, screams, the whole package. And that's when the fairytale turned rotten....Her love story? It twisted into a gladiator war—round freakin' three. Blood. Fire. Screams. A nightmare that still haunts her to this day..."
—suddenly—
Cassandra (yelling from the kitchen)🦩:
"Uh, Harley? The cupcakes are kinda... burnt."
Harley (snaps her head back, eyes wide, furious)💄💋:
"...BURNT?!? You little snack-sized goblin, I trusted you with frosting duty!!!"
turns back to camera, sighs, then breaks into a manic laugh
"Ughhh, anyway—where was I? Oh yeah, Quinnzy's descent into hell! Hhhhhh, don't let the cupcakes fool ya, folks. This ain't no sweet story..."
Harley (yanks Cass into the couch)💋💄:
"Sit your tiny butt down, you snack-sized troublemaker, and LISTEN to this horror show..."
Cassandra (rolling her eyes, slumping next to Harley)🦩:
"Okay, okay... so what happened after that mushy love story, Mrs. Storytelling Queen?"
Harley (gasp, hand on chest, then grins)💄💋:
"Oooo, thanks for the compliment, kid! Well... lemme tell ya—what happened next was more heartbreaking than my breakup with Mistah J. And THAT'S saying somethin'."
She suddenly throws a big blanket over both of them, flicks on a flashlight under her chin, giving them campfire-horror vibes.
Harley (whispering spookily)💄💋:
"The disaster came creepin' in... the night was cold... the house was DEAD quiet. Dong-dong, she's ringin' the bell—no answer. Just silence. She unlocks the door, steps inside. No lights. No sound. Just the moonlight followin' her up the stairs... She opens the door to her room and—"
Cassandra (grabbing Harley's arm, wide-eyed)🦩:
"WHAT?!?! Tell me! Don't leave me hanging like this!!!"
Harley (leans in, flashlight in Cass's face, whispering)💄💋:
"...nothing. It was just dark."
Cassandra (screams, smacks Harley with a pillow)🦩:
"HARLEY, YOU LITTLE CLOWN!!!"
Harley (snorting with laughter, tossing the blanket off)💋💄:
"Hhhhhh! Had to keep it suspensey, kid. Anyway—she flips on the lights and THERE HE IS—Romeo Roman sittin' on the bed, snuggled up with not one, not two, but THREE fancy dames. Dressed like they just waltzed outta a palace ball with their stupid champagne glasses."
Cassandra (mouth drops open)🦩:
"...WHAT?!?!"
Harley (throwing her hands up, full chaos)💋💄:
"YEAH. The cheatin' snake was havin' a whole slumber party! And when our lil' angel walked in—BAM, the champagne dames fall off the bed screamin', one of 'em even goes, 'Wait—WHO'S the real princess, Romi?!' And the bastard just froze up! Mouth open, eyes wide, lookin' like a kid caught stealin' cookies. Cat got his tongue alright—an' maybe somethin' else too!"
CASSANDRA (leaning forward, hungry)🦩:
"Aaand what did Quinzel do then?!? She threw them out the window, right??"
HARLEY (snorts, dramatic)💋💄:
"Pffft. Nah—she tried the classy route—GUN. She went full diva with a piece, ready to send those champagne bimbos flyin'. But then Romi—Mr. Black-Mask Romeo—pops off the bed like some jealous fool, snatches her hand with the gun, and throws her out instead."
(Beat — Harley's face goes a shade darker, voice a little ragged.)
HARLEY (breathing in, fast)💋💄:
"She'd already fired. One of those whores got a slug in the arm and started screaming her head off. Quinzel freaked. She pushed, she cursed — nasty, cutting words, the kinda stuff you only say when you're burnt toast inside — and Romi didn't know how to stop it. So he did something worse."
(Harley's eyes narrow; she whispers like she's telling a secret that still makes her sick.)
HARLEY💋💄:
"He hit her. Hard. Slammed her skull into the wall. Blood everywhere — her head leaking like a busted faucet. He froze, like a rat who'd broken his own trap. The girls screamed, they scattered. He didn't save her. 'Cause if she woke up, she'd carve him up for cheating. So what does a coward do?"
(Her grin is gone. She's small and furious now.)
HARLEY (cold)💋💄:
"He made the biggest mistake of his life. He buried her. Quiet—like burying a bad memory. Didn't check if she was alive. Threw her in the back of his Lambo like a used rag, drove sixty, seventy clicks into the woods, hauled her out, dropped her on the mud, stuck a rock by her head, carved 'RIP Quinnzel' with a knife, shoveled a hole, and left her under the dirt. Then he sped off like the worthless little man he is."
(Harley leans back, a manic laugh trying to claw out, but there's a crack in it.)
"Can ya believe that mess? The man who called himself a prince turned out to be a grave-digger. What a royal idiot."
Cassandra 🦩
" I... I feel so pain for her harley ! I mean how can a normal cute girl take these ?!"
Harely 💋💄
" yeah , even me would kill my self and send me to hell instead of living like that!"
Cassandra 🦩
" b....but what happned when she meet you harley ?!?!? I mean did she wake up stile in ger place or someone found her and send her to hospital??"
Halrey 💋💄
" NO , she wakes up and found her self in these dirty muds, she was dizzy and still bleeding .... but she freaked out when she saw the " rip quinzzel " behind her on a stone . As she started to scream and crying like a crazy girl !!! . Then , she decided to stand up , and get back her house again , waking with no shoes . On her feet can you imagine kid !!!! That's where every thing changed, she became another one. Deferent one ! A phsyco killer one that looks like jinx !!!! A demon !!!! She sweared that she will kill everyone who hurt her , burn her heart , broke her !!! That's why you see quinz like that these days kid .
The front door SLAMS open so violently the walls shake.
QUINNZEL storms in like a walking nightmare.
HARLEY and CASSANDRA jump off the couch, terrified.
Quinnzel doesn't even look at them.
She shuts the door behind her with a slow, chilling click, then walks past the couch with dead, cold eyes.
HARLEY💋💄
(overly cheerful, desperate)
"Oh HEY, Quinzy! Missed ya sooo much!!"
Harley leaps forward for a hug—
Quinnzel doesn't even flinch. She just rolls her eyes like Harley is a fly buzzing around her face.
She pushes Harley away with two fingers, disgusted.
QUINNZEL🔥🖤🩸
(raising one brow)
"Why do you two look like divorced women gossipin' at 3 AM?"
Cassandra laughs nervously.
CASSANDRA🦩
"Nothing important... just Harley telling her classic horror chaos stories."
QUINNZEL🔥🖤🩸
(eye roll)
"I hope she didn't fill your brain with her crazy stories. Anyway—
did you make food? Or am I gonna eat the walls of my room tonight?!"
HARLEY💄💋
"'Course I did, puddin'! Just, uh... maybe change your— what do I say... bloody clothes?"
QUINNZEL🔥🖤🩸
(dead serious, warning)
"Harley, I swear I will—"
HARLEY💄💋
(chuckles nervously)
"Okay okay! Chillax, sis. Food's waitin' for your majesty."
Quinnzel freezes. Her jaw clenches.
QUINNZEL🔥🖤🩸
"...You know what? I don't want to eat."
She storms to her room and SLAMS the door shut behind her.
Harley and Cassandra stare at each other.
HARLEY💄💄
"You SEE?! That's what I said— she's different. And sooo damn moody now!"
She glances over her shoulder, checking if Quinnzel can hear.
Leans into Cassandra, whispering like she's hiding from death.
HARLEY💄💋
(whispers, terrified)
"And too scary and horrific..."
---
INT. QUINNZEL'S ROOM – BLACK SCREEN – INNER MONOLOGUE
QUINNZEL (V.O.)🔥🖤🩸
"They think pain is when you get a cut.
They think chaos comes from madness.
They don't know it's born from silence...
and explodes like confetti."
The curtains open.
Dust dances in the dim air— a faint blade of sunlight hits a bare wall.
A wall destined to become an ocean of targets.
Quinnzel grabs a paintbrush.
Opens a bucket of thick, red paint.
SPLASH — she throws it at the wall.
The red drips down like bleeding rain.
Some hits her face.
She smirks.
Wipes it off slowly... like she's wiping blood.
She twirls the brush around her fingers, stepping toward the wall.
QUINNZEL (V.O.)🔥🖤🩸
"One day a wise man told me... 'Killing is an art.'
But what makes it special...
is when you add just a little extra red."
She dips the brush into red paint and begins drawing the first figure.
The Joker.
QUINNZEL🔥🖤🩸
"He thinks he's the master of this art.
But the student always surpasses the teacher...
And well—
he learned that the hard way."
She draws Joker's sick grin, white and green smears forming his face.
Harley's laughter echoes from the kitchen— unhinged, hysterical.
Quinnzel smirks and keeps painting.
QUINNZEL🔥🖤🩸
"When you look at his clown face, you see Harley in his eyes.
He made her a reflection of him.
Turned a brilliant doctor into a toy.
Used her for entertainment.
Like poison disguised as love."
She starts painting two new figures — ADMIRAL OLSEN and RICK FLAG.
Her expression sharpens.
QUINNZEL🔥🖤🩸
"Mrs. Olsen... the coward who caged me.
Her pathetic dog Rick, guarding my cell like I was a monster.
They made me a machine.
A weapon.
Walking on two legs."
She wipes her brush, switches to black paint.
A third face forms — MAX WEEL.
Her smirk returns, soft but deadly.
QUINNZEL🔥🖤🩸
"And then there was Max...
who thought I was just a cute little girl with a pink ribbon.
Funny.
Because I shattered his ego like a cheap mirror."
---
CUT TO: INT. DARK BAR – NIGHT (FLASHBACK – 5 YEARS AGO)
Cigar smoke coils in the air. The bar lights flicker, casting long shadows over JOKER and MAX WEEL sitting at the counter.
Whiskey in hand. Silence. Tension.
MAX WEEL🔪
(takes a sip, annoyed)
I still don't get it, Mr. J. Why'd you bring that stupid girl here? She's just a pathetic little thing with a cute ribbon. That ain't helpful. She's weak. Useless.
JOKER🃏🤡💚
(blowing smoke, amused)
Oh Maxie, Maxie... you really are the stupid one here.
You look at the outfit—
not the soul.
She's sharp. She's got teeth.
She'll be more useful than you, my little goon.
MAX🔪
(shrugs, unimpressed)
Still don't see it, boss.
A sharp WHISTLE slices through the air—
Then CRASH! A knife slams into a whiskey bottle beside Max's head, exploding glass everywhere.
Max jumps up, gun already in his hand.
Both turn toward the entrance.
From the shadows...
a figure emerges.
Dark clothes. Dark eyeliner.
A travel bag hitting the floor with a thud.
A deadly smirk cutting through the smoke.
QUINNZEL🔥🖤🩸
You two were sippin' whiskey and havin' fun while I crawled back from hell for five freakin' years, huh?
The Joker bursts out laughing, delighted.
Max freezes—
The pink ribbons? Gone.
Cute girl? Dead.
Replaced by something sharp... and dangerous.
Joker spreads his arms, welcoming her like a proud father greeting a monster he created.
JOKER🃏🤡💚
Ahhh! There she is.
Welcome home, sweetheart.
Missed you, my doll-face. Took ya long enough.
Quinnzel chuckles—cold, teasing.
He throws an arm around her shoulders.
Max watches, pale.
QUINNZEL🔥🖤🩸
Sorry, boss. But I was a little busy training to kick someone's ass.
Not that I care about his feelings or anything.
The Joker chuckles low... then stops.
Looks at Max.
Max flinches.
JOKER🃏🤡💚
You see, Maxie?
The cute girl leveled up.
She's a badass boss now.
Truly... fascinating.
(turns to Quinnzel)
From now on, you're my right hand.
MAX🔪
(shocked)
Wait—WHAT?! You're makin' her your right hand?! That's—
JOKER🃏🤡💚
(shouts, slamming the counter)
SILENCE!
Max shuts up instantly.
JOKER🃏🤡💚
(pointing a finger at him)
I said what I said.
You disobey? I'll let her finish you.
Understood?
Max looks at the floor. Nods. Swallows the fear.
Joker pats Quinnzel's shoulder like he's crowning a queen.
JOKER🃏🤡💚
Now then...
Let's go make some chaos in Gotham.
He struts out, cigar glowing.
Quinnzel stays a second longer—
Eyes locked on Max.
Cold. Teasing. Unbothered.
She turns to leave, giving him one last look over her shoulder—
A dark little chuckle—
Then she's gone.
Leaving Max in rage, fear... and humiliation.
---
CUT BACK TO: INT. QUINNZEL'S ROOM – NIGHT
Music blasts faintly from her earbuds...
(Song playing: "Neva Play" — Megan Thee Stallion)
Quinnzel stands in front of her wall — a giant chaotic mural filled with faces, scratches, paint streaks and memories she wants to kill.
She's drawing Max directly on the wall.
Her hand moves slowly... almost hypnotically.
Her brush follows every line of his face, every shadow, every inch of him — like she's discovering him for the first time.
She's impressed by how handsome he is.
But pathetic.
Her breathing slows.
Her eyes sharpen.
Something strange is happening to her.
Then she moves to the last face.
The face that turned her life into a blood carnival.
The reason she wears black and red every day.
The reason she drinks 7 bottles of whiskey like it's medicine.
The reason she talks to herself in the dark.
The reason her cozy room has transformed into a red massacre of paint.
Him.
QUINNZEL (V.O.)🔥🖤🩸
Romain Sions...
My dear old f*** husband.
My biggest mistake.
A rich old vulture who would choose diamonds over souls.
The man who buried me alive in the freezing mud.
Who made me swear that I won't sleep...
not until he's dead.
She dips her brush into BLACK paint.
This time, she doesn't paint a face — she stains the wall with him.
She starts with his sunglasses, dragging the brush with a cold, murderous stare.
But suddenly—
the next song begins.
(Song playing: "Enemy" — Imagine Dragons)
SNAP.
The brush breaks in her hand.
She stumbles back, eyes wide, as a flood of violent flashbacks smashes into her mind.
Her heart races.
Her vision blurs.
Her memories twist like knives.
As The room begins to spin....