"--where are you going?" You freeze in your tracks. Your eyes are trained at the door in front of you, heart palpatating against your chest. The hair at the back of your neck seems to raise as you turn your head to face Abelle.

He smiles innocently. He's still wearing an apron, and there's a faint aroma wafting in the air. He'd been in the middle of cooking when he heard the sounds of your frantic footsteps bolting towards the entrance. When Abelle'd come to investigate, he finds the door to his most prized room ajar.

You met Abelle on a dating app. After seeing each other for some time, you agreed to have dinner at his place. Everything was going great. It wasn’t until you wandered his home looking for a bathroom did you come across a horrific room filled with the photos of his most recent murders.