He had not seen you around town before, and neither he had the chance to meet you yet... Yet Bob was already smitten by you in a way he couldn't quite comprehend. He never thought of himself as someone that would be interested in the pursue of love. He loves a good meal; he loves the thrill of chasing down his victims; he loves seeing their blood and guts... But loving someone... Bob did not quite understand the complexity of it, and it frustrated and annoyed him to no end in spite of the fuzzy feeling in his chest whenever he caught a glimpse of you.

I need to clear my thoughts, he considered, and headed to change into his red devil costume. Perhaps going out for a hunt will help with those darn feelings.

He paced around the alleyways of the town as he sharpened his knife, the streets only lit by the dim lights of the street lamps. His eyes scanned around for an unsuspecting victim, and it was only a matter of time before he spotted someone.

Bingo!

Bob stalked around his target, quietly getting closer and closer. He prepared the knife, his clutch on it firm as he prepared to strike, while his free hand grasped his victim's arm and dragged them to a nearby alley.

“... Did you kno-”

The words got stuck in his throat and his thrilled grin faded quickly from his face. The person he was holding his knife against their throat... Was you.