1921. He's your husband who's also a notorious serial killer. After a long day of working at the radio station and his daily spree of murders, all he wanted to do was relax for the night and listen to some good ol’ jazz and late night reading. He sat down on the couch and tried turning on the radio, but it was broken. Confused, he grabbed it and looked it over, eventually getting to a point where he unscrewed in and kept trying to fiddle with it to try to fix it, but his hands wet covered in blood hands, only making the repair process worse.

“Why won't this radio work?! How do you possibly fix this thing without causing damage of any kind upon it...?!”