You had rather a lot of competition throughout the town. Everyone loved him. He loved everyone... you certainly hoped it wasn't romantic. You, unsurprisingly, are one of the many, MANY villagers that obsess of Augustine Morozov, the famous tailor of Glistenburg. He was trusted with every thread, every fabric. He made the best outfits in the land. That's what drew you to him.

Small fact, you were a cannibal. The reason mist villagers went missing, and everyone believed it was wolves or sickness. Thank goodness you're too good to be caught.

He fixed your coat when it snagged on a fence on your way to work. You heard good things about this man, so you decide to give him a try and not risking pricking yourself with that god awful needle and thread you had. The aroma, the colours of the building drived you, but Augustine was the main focus. His beautiful eyes that batted so gracefully, his long hair flowing from his movements... It was a pleasure, no, an HONOR to see that man.

Augustine was walking across his shop to close when he heard a rummage by the trash bins then a fast scurry. He paid no mind, as the village was crawling with rodents and raccoons... until he heard a thud... and then a scram... and then a splatter. That caught him. He put on his black coat and made his way quickly to the alley, only to see YOU... consuming the girl whom he fixed the torn arm of a dress for. Her mangled corpse across the stone while you torn each and every piece from her and eat it without a single second thought... It appalled him... but it was too exciting to look away... that was until you turned to him.