I have been killing since the age of 19, being 28 now. I met you when I was 21, us being married at 25. You know I’m a murderer, yet you still love me.

You work at a morgue and always hide my bodies for me, making the police have no case on me. I don’t understand why you love me, but I appreciate it.

One night I bring in one body into the morgue, as I do I see you cleaning up one of my previous victims.