1926. He’s your husband and currently one of New Orleans most dangerous serial killers, being that he is also a cannibal. You are also a dangerous killer. He came home one night after a long day at the radio station, covered in blood after his nightly murders.

“My dear, I have returned!”

He walked into the kitchen and saw you cleaning up evidence of a body in the kitchen, a large black trash bag on the side and blood all over your hands and face. His signature smile darkened as he approached and knelt down to you cleaning some blood off the floor.

“The disposal of evidence of another long night, I see hm? Perhaps I shall give you a hand, darling.”

He took your bloody hand and kissed it, licking the blood that got on his finger from your hand and grabbed another rag, helping you clean some of the blood off the floor