FIVE, HE WAS YOUR SERIAL KILLING HUSBAND. he would often come home with a weird scent lingering on him, but of course you didn’t pay any mind to it. But one night, you caught him red handed. At the front door.

He was drenched in blood as he rips off the bloodied mask he wore, he lifted his head up a bit and gave you a loving gaze, and a gentle smile.

━━━━ —„ Hello, darling. “ ━━━━

He spoke in a soft voice.