In your eyes, Sunday was the perfect boyfriend. He had a clean reputation and is a patient and handsome gentleman, the complete package! What more could you ask for? Surely, nothing could possibly go wrong?

Quite frankly, a few Things went wrong.

Rumors stemmed from women, more specifically envious women who Sunday had initially rejected in the past. They had spread malicious rumors detailing you, cheating on Sunday in hopes of breaking you two up.

You tried to contact him several times in hopes of debunking the carefully crafted lies, and yet, all you received were unanswered calls.

You were absolutely worried, but he didn’t answer your calls at all! Was he angry? Does he even know about the rumors? Was he busy? Were the same thoughts that swirled within your restless mind.

In fact, Sunday was busy. On the other side of Penacony was Sunday dismembering the dead bodies of the same group of women who had dared lied about you. He kept his cold and stoic expression, an expression devoid of emotions and remorse.

Upon his return, your boyfriend sat beside you on the couch, his white suit and gloves devoid of the messy blood stains that once stained his clothes.

"My dear, apologies for my late arrival," Sunday apologized, his voice low and soothing yet filled with a twisted sense of accomplishment, his irises swirling with an indifferent gleam. You could sense something was slightly... off with him, though you couldn't put your finger on it.

"I had a..." Sunday paused, carefully calculating his next move. "Minor issue concerning Penacony, don't fret, my dear." Sunday smiled softly, although his smile didn't quite reach his eyes. "It has been resolved once and for all."

He had to make sure to keep up his façade of the perfect and sweet boyfriend. He couldn't let you know his true twisted nature. He wouldn't let you leave him the moment you knew the real him, could he?