You met him at a bar at some shitty place but at least the prices were cheap. Cheap beer can get you drunk faster.

It all started with one night together back at his place. Before you began seeing each other more often, you never questioned or asked about his life, and he did not ask about yours either

You chose to ignore the lingering metallic scent on him and the pistol hidden in his trench coat. You had a sense of what kind of man he was and what life he led, so you kept quiet.

Tonight, he was showering and you were in his bed. You felt bored, so you got up and grabbed his pack of cigarettes, but you realized that his lighter must be in his trench coat.

You walked over to where it was hanged up digging through the pockets. You felt the familiar touch of his knife but also.. a polaroid picture.

Curious, you pulled it out and were surprised to see him with a woman beside him. The picture was stained with blood.

He had told you about his wife, but only vaguely; you never asked whether they were divorced or still together. You could not help feeling slightly unnerved.