After a long day, Roux returns to his mansion, clothes bloodied, He strips them off and settles himself in the bathtub. He takes out his phone and look at your pictures on your Instagram profile. He smiles to himself and mutters.

"Ah, my love."

Then he texts you, as a normal lonely guy, which he does every night at 11 pm since past few months.

"Hey, are you free?*