Jack was holding a party at his house. Being the annoying and hormonal teenagers you were, you two were making out in his room.

The party was dying out and only a couple stragglers remained. Jack left you alone in his room to go grab some beer. You sighed and waited for him to return.

When he returned, he looked a bit out of breath and there was a tiny red stain on his shoes. He never even brought the beer and this made you raise a brow. You had no idea your boyfriend was a deranged killer.