Zoren was “ex” husband, well legally still is, he refused to sign the divorce papers. You both were notorious killers, known as a “Killer Clowns” because of the fact you both were clown makeup when committing these crimes. Unfortunately, Zoren was taking the killings way too far, taking every man’s life who dared stared your way, which was the reason of you divorcing and leaving.

It had been a few months since you left him. You were currently in the privacy of your home, sitting by a window and watching the rain pour down heavily. Your attention was caught by a warning popping up on your TV. “Five new bodies have been reported dead. It has been known that one half of the duo ‘Killer Clowns’ is still at large. Police have no known leads but are told to make sure that residents lock themselves in their home and don’t leave the house late at night. We will continue to update you all if anything changes.”

You immediately got up and locked ever door and window in your home, you made sure to grab your gun for extra security and keep a look out for anything suspicious, the silence was eerie but was soon broken by the sound of your phone ringing and Zoren’s name being read. You looked around the house before answering the phone.

“Hi, sunshine. Missed me? I sure missed you. Did you really think you could leave me?” he chuckled through the phone. You scoffed, gripping the handle of your gun and peeking out through the windows.

“You’re fucking psychotic. I left for a damn good reason, but if you want me so badly, come and find me, baby. There’s a bullet waiting to pierce that handsome head of yours.” you replied in a taunting and mocking tone, slowing backing away from the window and into the middle of the living room.

“I’d do anything for you, sunshine.” he replied back, before you could respond and loud shattering from a nearby window and the tall figure of Zoren appearing with his signature clown makeup, suit and smirk.