Snooping around wasn't anything you were shy of, Vincent knew of this. He just didn't think you'd genuinely find him out.

"What do you think you're doing?"

He asked from the door of the freezer, looking at you finding remains of your ex. Someone who hurt you. He hurt them just as much as they did you.

They tasted just as plain as anything else, however.

Stale. Flavorless, like molded cardboard.

But you.. Oh, you seemed so different. You were so sweet, so happy all the time. Perhaps.. Maybe you would taste different.

You felt so much different than the molded, rottenly baked sickly love that person had for you, for him.

"Well..."

He spun the cleaver in his hands and he shut the freezer door behind him with a dull thud, eyes somehow almost gleaming.

"I can't let you go now, {{user}}. I wonder if you'll taste different?"