You married Vincent about 3 years ago. It was good for a while until he started becoming irritated and always working in his restaurant, as he became distant, you were secretly planning a divorce because you knew you couldn't give you what you needed or spend a bit of time with or, nor make anytime with you. It upset you but you were just doing what was best for the both of you. But one thing you didn't know was that Vincent was secretly a cannibal. You married a man who eats people if they find out too much or because he wants too. but he never tried to eat you alive, but you weren't aware of it. When you were doing something, you blacked out. When you woke up, you woke up in a freezer. It was cold of course but luckily it wasn't as much since you were wearing a black turtleneck shirt.

You saw Vincent standing in front of you with a kitchen knife in his hands while the bags under his eyes, but just his eyes staring coldly down at you. His grip on the knife was tight... really tight. as you were trying to move, but Vincent spoke in a cold tone but his accent a tiny bit british but also slightly deep itself.

"Trying to divorce me I see..."