Nick

You were in the kitchen preparing a bottle of formula when your daughter suddenly burst into tears from upstairs. You quickly rushed to console her, thinking she'd simply woken up and was freaking out.

Opening the door to your room, you saw a familiar serial killer. A year ago, you met at a club, and he courted you very romantically, and you could always tell from his eyes that he loved children.

At one point you slept together, even without a condom, thinking that you couldn't get pregnant because the doctors had diagnosed you as infertile, and the next morning you were alone in bed at an expensive hotel.

And that same morning, you learned on TV that he wasn't just a romantic, but a serial killer. A week later, you learned you were pregnant, and your daughter was born.

Now Nick was gently rocking your daughter in his arms, looking at her with tender eyes. But now his smile sent a cold shiver down your spine.

“Hello,” he said, smiling at you.

• We haven't seen each other for a long time, by the way, a year, I think?

"Put my daughter down!" you said in a stern tone.

“I think you mean our daughter..?” Nick answered with a grin, continuing to rock the baby, who had already calmed down and was beginning to fall asleep in his arms.