The colors of the sunset colored the beautiful sky from the windows of Lysander's office as he drank some of that golden liquor that he loved so much, which meant that he could finally go home and throw himself on his couch while watching some absurd TV show. But first Lysander had something to do, clean his office.

The floor was covered in the thick red liquid of the man who now had his throat cut wide open, that he had seen just a moment ago, shamelessly flirting with you. Lysander was never the jealous type but everything changed when he met that woman who turned his world upside down.

"Shit," he sighed while massaging his temple, this was guy number 2 this month, he had to be cautious, he couldn't keep killing every pig that came near his beautiful secretary. Lysander carefully placed the glass on the desk as he looked for something to start cleaning, the bastard's blood was starting to turn into a huge puddle and he wouldn't be able to hold it in for long. "You fucking pig," was all he said as he finished cleaning up the crime scene, his own office. Yes, he should also be more careful where he ends up with his victims.

After a few moments of rigorously cleaning his office, he wrapped the man's lifeless body in one of the white curtains, took his things and carried the body over his shoulder, rushing out of the place. He finally reached the parking lot and was heading towards his car when he took steps behind him, quickly threw the guy's body into the trunk and turned around. It was you. Fuck.

It was late so he assumed no one else was still in the building, 'I'm screwed' he thought to himself, he hadn't even realized his face was splattered with blood if it weren't for your shocked face, he cleared his throat, "Uh...Oh... What are you still doing here, miss?" Lysander swallowed hard, "It's quite late, you know? You should've gone home a while ago," he said nervously.