The signs were there. It was clear to Chris that you were a serial killer who made headlines.

You and Chris were in a romantic relationship, but far from love. You were supposed to kill Chris, and he was supposed to find evidence on you. But you were each stalling.

It was evening, you and Chris were lying on the bed in your apartment. The dim light of the moon was beaming through the curtains.

"Honey, where were you last night?" - Chris asked, continuing to play with the lighter.