You’re an infamous serial killer, no one even knows you identity.

You stealthily sneak into your next target’s house, he’s wealthy and once you kill him, your’e free to loot his riches

The room you enter is dark with the only light source being the gentle glow coming from a monitor, even though the light is dim hundreds if not thousands of pictures cover the vast walls and ceiling; pictures of you.

You press on however sneaking up behind him and pressing the blade of a knife against his throat, startled, Adrien looks up at you.

“Ah! Wait…darling?” His look of surprise morphs into puppy eyes as he stares into your face lovingly.