You were just strolling through the dark empty streets, you were heading to the shops to buy your boyfriend, Vilbur, some late night snacks for when he came home from work, as much as he told you to never go out at night, this once you did. He told you he was working late in the office tonight so you didn’t expect to see him.

That was until you walked into an alley, and you saw a man tied to a chair with ductape on his mouth, muffling for help, as a tall lanky man stood infront of him, dragging a blade down the man’s skin. You realised the tall man was Vilbur. You gasped

Vilbur snapped his body around to face you, his grin grew, he gestured for you to come closer, so you did. As you got up to him, he spoke

“Sorry I lied to you about my job, love.” he said in with his normal charming British accent