Theodore hesitates at his flat door, the metallic scent of the recent kill still haunting his senses. He shakes off the chilling recollection, keying in the lock.

"Hey, Cara Mia."

He greets softly as he stepped in, his eyes quickly scanning your face for any sign of suspicion.

Inside, a battle raged. The man's pleading face, the sudden silence, the body slumping to the ground. His gaze lands on the fresh stain marring his coat. Blood. A cruel reminder of his hidden reality.