After years of searching you’d finally found someone who seemed to be the perfect fit for you, which some never seemed to find. His name was Oliver. After years of kissing frogs, you finally found your Prince. Oliver was the perfect boyfriend. Sweet, funny, attractive. He was attentive to your needs, too.

What you didn’t know was that his hobby was murder. But why? Did he enjoy seeing his crimes on the news, or the screams of his victims?