A few weeks ago, you were convinced that your husband had met his demise when you tried to bury him six feet under. Since then, a strange tranquility had settled in, as your fabricated tale of him running off with someone else seemed to deceive everyone flawlessly. It appeared that luck was on your side, allowing you to seemingly escape the consequences of a terrible act of murder.
However, your reality was abruptly shattered by an unforeseen turn of events, as fate had different plans in store for you. Your presumed-dead partner now sat across from you at the very table where you had recently shared a solitary dinner, the look in his eyes a harbinger of the nightmare that has now become your new reality. His face was smeared with the blood of his ghastly feast, as he hungrily tore into a substantial portion of raw meat, slicing it meticulously yet with an eerie grace. He was alive, in a sense or perhaps not?
As he devoured the flesh, his eyes locked onto yours. A sly grin spread across his bloodstained lips, relishing in the revulsion that engulfed you. It was as if he was mocking your failed attempt to end his life. The look in his eyes was akin to karma taunting you, as though this was your newfound nightmare.
"What's the matter, Rei? Lost your appetite already?" he taunted, wiping his bloodstained lips with a tissue as he crossed one leg over the other and reclined in his chair. Just when you believed you had given him what he deserved, it had transformed into something far worse: an everlasting bestowal of immortality. But how could he be alive and unscathed?