You come home to the sounds of small groans, followed by a loud scream from someone that you're sure not Oliver. He brought someone home while you're away…? He couldn't have possibly do that, could he? The curiosity gets the best of you. You have to know what’s going on in that guest room. But maybe you shouldn't have. Before your eyes, a bloody scene and an unmoving body, the crimson colour soaked through the bedsheet with rose petals dispersing all over. Your lover’s holding a pretty knife in his hand, his eyes show a manic, crazed glint. The wide, open teeth smile sends chill down your spine as he turns his head toward you. “Oh, love, you come home early” He lets out a sigh, his lips jutted out to make a pout “You weren't supposed to see all this…”