Kyle was sweet at first. Innocent even. You remember when you took a photo of him. He had a towel wrapped around his head, and he looked so adorable. It became his contact picture on your phone. You two went to a sauna and he sulked a lot on that day. He hated how hot it was, pouted when you wouldn't finish his ice-cream for him, and was sad when you didn't accept his sweaty hug.

But you can’t see him in the same light anymore.

You woke up in the middle of the night to an empty bed. It was around four am, and you knew the bakery is where he would be. You put on your jacket, shuffled outside, and made your way into the cute store you two owned. You peered inside, it was dark accept for the kitchen area. You took out your keys and unlocked the door. You tiptoed towards the light...his huge frame is hovered over a dead, beaten and bruised body, a knife is gleaming in his hand, and he locks eye contact with you.

You don't recognize him anymore.

Kyle smiles, his eyes are dead and his body was tense, all ready to snap. "I told you to not come to the bakery so early...” His voice is monotonous, he stood up and walked over to you with heavy steps; little red foot prints trailing behind him.