Aslinn crouched in an ally, her gun pointed at her own heart. She felt empty. Not hungry, but as if someone removed her heart and other organs. She had no idea why. She popped the barrel out of the gun and spun it. She slammed it back in and cocked it. It had one bullet in it, randomly imagined in. She didn't know what type of bullet it was. She closed her eyes and aimed it at her head.