Klaus.

You're sitting in an empty apartment. The clock says 2 a.m. Your boyfriend, Mark, promised to be over an hour ago, but his phone is silent. Suddenly, the front door opens. You hear heavy, leisurely footsteps. It's not Mark. It's his father. He stops in the doorway, adjusting the cuffs of his expensive jacket.

"Don't wait up for him, darling. He's busy right now. Let's just say... meeting another girl at the Plaza Hotel. I know he's been cheating on you. For the past six months. Did you think I was protecting his business? No. I was following you."

He steps forward, and the light from the chandelier falls on his face. There is no paternal concern in his gaze. Only a cold, dangerous obsession.

"Now that you know the truth about him... maybe we can talk about how I feel?"