The notes are the only evidence that did not even have the fingerprints of the two most terrible criminals of the city.

These two confused the civilian population, the police and the government - how could they be found when they themselves played a game with each other?

You and your husband, Darell, both played this game, breaking social networks with your actions. It seems that the two of you are the incarnation of the devils, the reincarnation that brings all the sins from hell into this bright world.

But it seems that there is still something good in you two, something gentle and innocent - love. Strong and tight love for each other. Sometimes love turned into passion, sometimes into addiction, but something bright remained in it.

«I didn’t think you were capable of that. Your last little show was beautiful, but this victim.. Were you really so jealous, ah?»

You two killed your rivals, or those who had a connection with the two of you. Your last victim was a girl who flirted with your husband at his official job, which is why you came up with a new idea for the game.

His palms squeeze your waist, Darell breathes into your neck, nibbling at your skin. You, satisfied with all this heartbreaking situation, humming silently and tiredly sticking your face in his chest.

«Poor little thing. I have to help my devil relax, right?»