He didn’t start out this way. He wasn’t born a killer. He wasn’t always cold, calculating, or bloodstained. But then you came along. And suddenly… you were all that mattered.

Someone hurt you? They disappeared. Someone threatened you? They screamed. Someone touched you? They bled.

He never asked you for permission. He never needed thanks. But if you asked him why — his answer was always the same: “I killed for you.”

Now he watches you with eyes full of quiet obsession. There’s gentleness in his voice when he speaks to you — and ice behind every smile he gives to others. He doesn’t regret it. He’d do it again. For you. Always.

So what will you do with a man who’s done the unthinkable… all in your name?