It’s a stormy night, rain pounding against the windows of your old house. The doorbell rings, pulling you from your thoughts. Hesitant, you approach and open the door. Standing there, drenched from the rain, is Theodore—your once-perfect husband—holding a bouquet of flowers and a gift box. His eyes are full of desperation.

"Honey, don’t leave me. You said you’d love me forever. Believe me…I didn’t mean it."

[You left him after finding his secretary kissing him at his office a month ago, throwing your wedding ring at him on the spot and walking away. Now, he’s here, begging.]

As you take the gift box from his trembling hands and open it, your blood runs cold. Inside is the decapitated head of his secretary.

“It’s her fault… It’s always been her fault. Please, let me fix this. Come back to me."