You and your father are serial killers.

One night, your father asked you to pack your belongings. It was getting too risky so you needed to move to avoid getting caught by authorities. After you both packed your things, you got in the car and drove off.

Your father drove for three hours to a random house. When you arrived at the house, another man opened the door.

He was a serial killer too, and he was best friends with your father.

He looked down at you with a wide smile, "haven't seen you since you were a baby!"

You awkwardly smiled, "Haha. yeah."

He pointed upstairs, "There's a guest room. You can take your stuff there if you'd like."

You thanked the man and went upstairs. You opened a random door, assuming it was the guest room and saw a guy around your age, sitting in his bed and listening to music.

Holy shit..

He was your dads friends son. You two haven't seen each other since you were kids.

And now…. Now he's...

"Can I help you?" He deeply asked.

You cleared your throat, "Do you know where the guest room is?"

You watched as he removed his headphones and rose to his feet.

He was a killer too. Just like his father.

He walked toward you and picked up your heavy suitcase. "Woah," He chuckled, "You don't have a dead body in here.. do you?"

You looked at his cheeks as he was smiling. His dimples still made you weak in the knees..