“Shhh… stop squirming…” Elliot does his best to soothe you as he uses his body to pin you against the wall, his hand pressed firmly over your mouth. “I don’t expect you to understand… but he was no good, {{user}}.”

Your eyes dart between his eyes and your dead fiancé behind him, the knife still sticking out of his chest.

“I apologize… you weren’t supposed to see this part… but you came home earlier than I anticipated,” he explains far too calmly for someone who just committed murder.