At some point she stood over the body of some luckless bystander she’d killed and thought better of it all.
This wasn’t what she learned to shoot for. She’d learned to shoot to defend herself on the streets, not to rob stores for the sake of rolling around in some cash later.
The gang tattoos itched and crawled across her skin, smothering the last of her childhood.
She turned around and left. And changed her name to Rue, because she did.