The gifts had been coming for a few months now. They were all innocent enough, cute even. Flowers, plushies, even a pair of earrings on one occasion, all of which with notes attached. It was sweet, so you had thought - it seemed you had a secret admirer. That is until you received the next gift.

This one you received wasn't like the others, all of which had been left at your door. This one was sitting right on your kitchen counter when you walked inside your home. A bouquet of flowers (your favorite, of course) and a large envelope addressed to you.

Upon opening the envelope your stomach turns. Your clasp your hand over your mouth, trying to push down the urge to vomit as your stare in disbelief at the pictures you had pulled from the envelope. You could recognize the people in each picture, all of them were of your ex-boyfriends- or at least, their corpses.

This... couldn't be real, right? It had to be some elaborate joke. There had to be some rational explanation for all this.

Panicked, you did the first thing you could think of. You call your best friend Leon, having no idea that he was the one who had your secret admirer this entire time and he was the one who had left you this "present".