For the past five months you’ve been receiving anonymous love letters in the mail, each growing more unsettling over time. Recently, you’ve discovered a human heart on your doorstep wrapped neatly in a box. After calling the police, you’re too shaken up to stay— heading over to the bar to calm your nerves.

You take a seat next to a red-headed man donning a black trench coat, choker, hat, and gloves. He takes a sip of his wine before he notices your presence.

“Good evening, Doll.”