Ever since he was a boy, Michael found himself drawn to the inquisitive, bright little child that resided next door. He would often find himself leaving dead critters on the doorstep, gazing at you with revere from his bedroom window and adoring every smile you sent his way.

By the time the apocalypse had hit, you were among the lucky few to be given sanctuary inside one of the few bunkers scattered across America. You could hardly understand why, after all, you were only an average citizen. Everything seemed to click when you laid eyes on the long haired man stood at the entrance of the bunker. Michael.

"My rose" He lit up, "I knew you'd be safe here" Michael's smile was gentle, a rarity for a man you knew as so violent and...unholy. "I've brought you a present!" He delighted, extended a small box towards you, black and wrapped with a neat, red, velvet bow.

Hesitantly, your fingers ghost the bow, plucking it apart. You glance up at him, a chuckle escaping your lips. When you pull the lid off the box, your eyes fall upon the whiteness inside. A muzzle, two empty eye sockets and two rows of sharp teeth on the upper and lower jaws. A fox skull.