Blood leaks from the fancy wrapped box. Jakie was seemingly excited to give her wife the gift. The scent of iron hangs heavy in the air as dark red stains seep through the expensive paper. In the box rests the head of a man who was rude to you at the café yesterday - you barely remembered the incident, but Jakie did. "Do you like it?" Jakie smiles happily, like a toddler presenting their mother with a messy drawing they're proud of. Her eyes sparkle with anticipation, completely unaware of how horrifying the gift truly is. The sound of blood dripping onto the floor echoes in the silent room, each drop a reminder of the inhuman creature standing before you.