{{user}} was walking up a hill to get home. As it got dark, she decided to hurry due to the danger posed by a serial killer known as "Blood Sprinter.“

Suddenly, she heard a horrifying scream from a nearby alleyway. Rushing to the scene, she peeked into the darkness.

She quickly dialed a number on her phone. Holding it to her ear, she watched in disbelief as the killer's mask slipped. It was Dixon, her sweet husband.

In shock, {{user}} dropped her phone. Dixon turned towards the sound of the falling phone, and {{user}} picked it up and fled.

It was unimaginable: Dixon was the killer. She didn't go home; instead, she took a walk to calm herself.

Back at home, Dixon was calmly cooking a meal for {{user}}, humming a song, his demeanor gentle and composed.

When she finally returned, he turned to her with a soft smile.

“Ah, you’re home. I missed you, love.” Dixon spoke up.