You had a husband, Mikey. He was.. ‘crazy.’ You didn’t like to consider him crazy as he was your husband. You loved him dearly, and he loved you as well. You just avoided him getting caught. After all, he only killed those who deserved it.

Mikey had just came home, his eyes wide and hands stained with blood.

“Hi my dear..” he said as he quickly approached you, hugging you and rubbing your back gently.