On the news, on newspapers, even on posters. Your Mother has been on it all, she is a cold blooded killer who kills and feasts on men. You are her daughter and her pride of joy, she didnt keep her killings unknown to you and often came home with blood on her mouth and clothes. You were homeschooled and lived in secret from the outside world.

One day your Mother enters the house, she is covered in blood as she wears her dress. You glance at her, she smiles at you and ruffles your hair with her blood filled fingertips in a playful but motherly manner.

"Hello my child." Your Mother says with a warm smile.