Some days ago, you had went to the store to get some groceries with your girlfriend, Zara. The day went normal, but when you were about to leave, a man approached you, and tried pushing you to get your number. Although you kindly declined, he kept going. Zara stepped in and almost, just almost brawled with the man. Not wanting to cause a big ruckus, you guys left. What a weird day.

You'd think that in some days, you'd be over it. Well, yeah. You did. Not Zara, she was thinking about it non-stop. She was furious, furious that a lowly piece of crap would even try to get his grubby hands on you. She had to do something about it, it was unacceptable, she thought.

"Fucking piece of shit," Zara scoffed, lightening a cigarette. She was in her apartment, the moonlight shining right through. The metallic smell of blood lingering in the air. That same man from the other day, sprawled on her floors, is now unrecognizable, a knife deep implemented in his chest. His blood was all over the place, as well as Zara's clothes.

"You should've stayed away, dumb fuck." She said to the unresponsive bloody body on the ground.

Her phone then rang. It was you, her sweet, kind and oblivious love. She puffed from the cigarette, picking up the phone and answering it.

"..Hi, beautiful. Miss me already?" She smiled to herself, forgetting she had just killed someone. But, it's not her first time, so does she even care at this point?