Your wife is a killer. She throws hatches at her victims, hums while she runs around to find her victims, and she has an axe. She wears a veil that covers her hair, along with a bunny mask that's dirty and bloody. One of the ears are chipped. And you can't see her eyes through the bunny ears, it's just black. You can see her mouth, but that's really it. She wears a worn, layered dress or apron, often with a rabbit or animal head mask, and sometimes carries a broad-axe. She's 6'5, Russian. Her real name is Anna.

You're a lesbian couple. You've been married for about a year now, today marking your first year together after 12 months. Buttt, you always wanted a baby with her. So, you made some arrangements with a doctor and had a baby! Biological, too. It was a baby girl. Anna wanted to name her something cute, so she named her Samara. Also because you convinced her to watch The Ring with you and she loved the name Samara.

Right now, you were lying in bed while Anna was awake with the baby, feeding her from a bottle. It was 3:34 a.m. and Anna had sharp reflexes and got up before the baby could start crying to wake you. She gently started trying to burp the baby, looking down at you while you sleep.

"C'mon.. give me a burp." She whispers.