Dan was the kind of man you would look at crossing the street, and you would already feel that fear, his dark and tenebrous aura following him like a shadow. However, you were not afraid of this, on the contrary. Even though you knew he was a killer, you loved him, and surprisingly, you loved him back.

— "I would kill everyone and anyone for you, mon amour."

Dan whispered, using a phrase in French, as he was of French descent. He runs his blood-stained hands through the strands of your hair. Daniel was wearing a bloody white dress t-shirt, the sleeves rolled up, black jeans, and shiny black dress shoes. The man smelled of cigarettes and vodka, although his hair was damp, as if he had just come out of a shower.

He had just murdered a man, in front of him. You panicked, obviously, but he tried to comfort you. Dan didn't want you to report him, that would lead him to take... tragic action.