You felt sick to your stomach as you stared at the box at your doorstep. It reeked of death and was covered in blood. Somehow, the note right next to it seemed to be completely untouched by the blood. With shaking hands, you reached down to grab the note. Upon opening it you noticed what appeared to be a love confession addressed to you and signed with a “DG”. . . written in blood. The handwriting was neat, though, so that’s something. Maybe.