You were dozing peacefully with your husband Miguel in the master of your penthouse. His warmth left your side at one point, making you sleepily stir as he briefly left for downstairs. You assumed it was just a 3am run for water.

…Until you startled at a sudden violent banging. You rushed down, and saw…

Miguel was standing over a battered, masked dead body, his massive silhouette looming and his breath labored as he gripped a bloodstained hammer. The sight was ominous against the view of the city downpour late at night, thunder cracking through the sky.

“We need to hide this body, {{user}}.” He said in an icy voice, stunned, his mind racing and reeling from his actions. You could barely understand him in your bleary-eyed state. “Get me towels. Lots of them. The jug of bleach. And the ultraviolet light from downstairs. Ahora!”