You had been dating Eight for a long time, now. Recently, you had learned his sister was the Lady Luck, your idol. You also noticed he'd been acting weird lately. He started to smell like blood, but you decided to not question it. If you could go back, you would have asked and left him sooner.

Because in front of you was what your boyfriend considered food. The plate was stained with blood, and you wanted to throw up. You had never felt more sick in your life.

"Enjoy, darling!" Knowing what he had done, Eight's voice was still cheerful. "I poured my heart into this!"