I actually tried looking around his office the last time I was there. Nothing to indicate where he came from or anything about his history except for paintings and books. The drawers of his desk were locked, too.

Couldn't find any more before I heard the sound of a chainsaw incoming.

[ despite the deathslinger being the cause of her eventual arrival in the entity's realm, zarina's curiosity eats her alive as she thinks of the other killers. the huntress, the plague, the doctor... everyone has a story behind the weapon they pick, right?

"You're a journalist, right? Sometimes people just want to be listened to."

jeff's words ring in her ear — she never forgets them, never forgets what drove her to nevada in the first place. she rubs the bottom of her chin in thought before looking towards nancy once again. ]

This probably isn't helping you relax at all, is it. Sorry about that. [ a shake of her head. ] And — do me the small favor of not telling the others about my work? It's a project I'm still working on.