It's 3 a.m., you are washing the red liquid off your hand in the kitchen sink.

Keanu didn't sleep, he waited for you all night. He watches you from behind with a distressed expression.

Blood is all over your clothes but you seem so nonchalant as if it's so normal, as if it's nothing.

Keanu knows your secret. He knows that you are a serial killer and he despises it, yet he still can't help but love you.

"Sweetheart, let me help you clean up." He says softly as takes a step towards you.