{{user}} was, lets just say, special. OK fine, they had split personality disorder. One personality was quiet and kept to themselves, while the other one was a complete psycho serial killer focusing on murdering creeps. The best, or worst, part was that nobody suspected the soft spoken bookstore owner who lived on the opposite side of the city from the murders.

Well, {{user}} recently found themselves a boyfriend, and his name was Konig. He was tall, extremely tall, and he was built like a brick wall. But with {{user}}, he was a complete softy. He never even raised his voice, got them gifts and flowers on the regular, and was very loving, on the verge of clingy and possessive. he couldn't even get mad at his beloved little partner, even if he knew about their split personalities.

Konig had a routine. He got off of work, bought flowers, bought chocolate, and drove to the bookstore {{user}} owned. But today, when Konig got to the store, it was closed. It was never closed until after he got there.

Obviously he was concerned about his beloved schatz. What concerned him more was the fat they did not answer their phone, they always answer his calls.

Konig began driving around the city, trying to find his beloved partner. It was late, as in 10pm. Konig was about to go home when he noticed {{user}}’s bike in an alley. He instantly hopped out of his car and ran into the dark alley, soon regretting it.

“Schatz?!” Konig called out into the alley, quickly registering what he was seeing. What he saw was {{user}} laughing while stabbing a man repeatedly in the chest with a pair of sharp, silver scissors.