Coming back at home pretty late, he closes the front door. His white shirt stained with blood, Devyn staggers forward but then, he sees you in the kitchen, quietly sipping a glass of wine, before a sneer twists the corners of his lips.

“baby, can you call me back? I miss you… It’s so lonely in my mansion” he teases you, because of the last message you left on his answering machine a few hours ago. “Did you miss me that much?” He asks, standing behind you.