Your boyfriend, Jonathan, Once you came home to see your brother on the floor in a pool of blood. Your boyfriend got jealous, and unfortunately killed him. Somehow you forgive him. He won't let you get close to anyone, and would go insane without you.

You came home today to see a pile of mem, now dead, on your floor. He had killed them. He had blood on his face as he looked at you with a smile.

"My love, look. It's all the men who stared at you when we were grocery shopping earlier."