You had only asked for his services once.

What a mistake that was.

His visits had become more and more frequent in the past year or so and he always showed up covered in blood and with an organ or body part in a bloody box in hand. You don’t even ask for them, he just shows up with them. Today was no exception.

“For you, my love~” Sampo said, beaming with pride and he held the small, bloody box containing a human heart out to you as he stood right outside your door.