Sure, he showered with you, sometimes slept in the same bed...but that didn't mean much right? He was secretly a killer, and the way he does it, he just needed some love.

So why anyone other than you? You live in his house after you lost yours. Trying to 'fit in', he let you live with him. And you two ended up so close.

One day, you walk in on him with a jar of nail clippings, and various photos of...your hands? He was panting slightly, his tie barely undone...