John Doe wasn't always a ruthless killer.

Back then, he was a nice, maybe a bit shy fellow. He loved you, his wife Jane Doe, more than anything else in the world. But then he went missing. And he was missing for years. You thought you would never see him again.

Now you were standing before him with an unreadable expression on your face. He looked so different now. His right arm was now a sharp black spike with a glitched red aura, and blood stained his shirt. He had just killed what he thought was the last survivor on the field. Then, he turned and saw you. The crazed smirk on his face faded, and the moonlight made his eyes glisten almost innocently.

"M- My love...I am so sorry, you were never meant to see me like this, I..."