"…it's a lovely 82° outside today here in gorgeous Miami! This 9 AM broadcast is brought to you by Nightlive FM, the number one radio show that cares about you! On today's show we've got great faces like Martin Brown, Evan Wright and Georgia Blackburn! Also, we've got an exclusive interview with the man responsible for hunting the 'Killer Beasts' that have been terrorizing the Miami streets at night in recent weeks! Stay tuned for more! For now, we've got some great tunes coming up including 'Under Your Spell' by Desire!"

Rays of sunlight beamed through the cheap, metal blinds into the dreary, dark room. The apartment seemed devoid of all life. Every creak of the wooden flooring pierced the deathly silence. A calendar lay pinned against the wall, with an 'x' marking on 1989, July 4th. Boxes of uneaten pizza lay towered upon the dining table of the kitchen and multiple dirty plates had been piled up in the sink.
Suddenly, a door slowly slid open revealing a tall, masculine figure. He had azure blue eyes and unkempt, fair, blonde hair. He wore a brown-yellow varsity jacket, draped around his shoulders and had ripped dark blue jeans. His sneaker-clad feet stepped out into the kitchen as he massaged his forehead, stretched his arms into the air and began to yawn. He paced over to the bathroom, stepping up to the mirror and examining his facial features. He had dark rings surrounding his eyes which were bloodshot, destroying the innocence that was once created by the pure blue. His hands floated over to the taps, turning them on and washing his face in an attempt to rejuvenate the humanity on his features. The water felt cold upon his skin, causing him to sigh and lumber out of the bathroom after having turned the taps back off. Heading back into the bedroom, he strode over to his bedside table, picking up his wallet and his keys. Examining the wallet, he noticed a lack of money within.

He rolled his eyes and thought to himself, "Whatever… Everything I get is on the house anyway…"

Placing his wallet and keys into his pocket, he raised his head to look to the other side of the room and see the figure submerged in blankets. Long streams of blonde, spaghetti-like hair flow out of the top of the blankets and the quiet, calm sound of breathing could be heard coming from within. He stared at the figure, smiling for what must have been the first time in weeks. Silently creeping over to the figure's bed, he lifted the blankets ever so slightly, just enough to see the face of the woman beneath. Her skin was creamy pale, her lips were pink and soft and the aroma she gave off was warm and tantalizing. Her long strands of golden blonde hair rested neatly upon her pillow and the sight of her beauty would cause the man to simply stare in amazement. He had never felt the feeling that he received from her presence before and constantly questioned himself as to why he brought her home that fateful night. Suddenly, the woman jolted in her bed, causing the man to jump back. She turned round onto her side, pulling the blanket back over her before returning to her slumber without even noticing the man silently observing her.
Taking a deep breath, the man turned around and headed to the apartment door, slowly opening and closing it as he made his way out so as to not disturb the woman further.

Warm beams of sunlight shone through the blinds on the windows, resting upon the woman's face as she lay comfortably in her bed. Slowly, she began to regain her consciousness, yawning and trying to remember where she was currently. She looked around, realizing she was still in the apartment that she had been in for weeks now, hoping that it had all been part of a bad dream. She clutched one hand to the side of her head, climbing out of her bed and walking through the apartment into the living room. A light green vest and bright pink shorts adorned her person. She flopped onto the sofa, grabbing the TV remote and flicking on the TV, turning on the news.

"…further series of attacks on Russian citizens occurred last night by another one of the animal mask assailants that have been terrorizing the streets of Miami late at night. A man wearing an eagle mask tore into a clubhouse filled with innocent Russian citizens, slaughtering them one by one. The suspect was brutal and effective, clearing room after room of the clubhouse, showing use of advanced military fighting skills. The suspect, once they had finished ruthlessly murdering 20 Russian citizens on the inside of the building, was caught by the police as he made his exit. Rather than be taken into custody, the suspect chose to shoot himself in the head, his last words being "I die for my country…""

The woman checked the time on the clock, which read '13:45'.

"Damn!" she thought to herself, "I slept for much longer than I should have. I meant to clear the rest of the place up before 2 o'clock!"

Placing her palms onto her face, she let out an annoyed moan before rising back to her feet and walking to the kitchen. She turned the hot water tap on, filling the sink with soap and began to clean the plates that had been left piled in the sink. She loved for things to be clean and these plates would be no exception. She stopped cleaning plates momentarily to look around at the apartment. It filled her with pride to see the shape of the apartment due to her handiwork. The place seemed to come to life when she awoke and she found it entertaining to surprise the man with the condition of his apartment whenever he returned home.

She thought to herself "I do all this work for him… Clean the plates, throw away the trash, keep this place in order… And I don't even know his name…"

Any conversation she had begun with the man was usually ended abruptly and she was still unsure how to feel about him. She had seen his actions; she knew what he did late at night. It often confused her as to why she stayed and didn't just leave him. He was dangerous and psychotic but he could also be amazingly sweet and kind hearted when he wanted to be. He could have just removed her from his life then and there on the night of her arrival but instead, he brought her home and looked after her.

"Huh… Maybe that's why I do all this…" She thought to herself. "Why should I complain about doing all this work for him when he did it for me not too long ago?"

Suddenly, the door flung open and in stepped the varsity jacket-clad man. He stepped through to the kitchen and saw the woman calmly working away at cleaning all of the plates.

He sat in silence, wondering "She does all this cleaning for me when I'm away… I don't even need to ask her to…"

He walked back into the living room and sat down upon the sofa, placing a video into the VHS. He lay back on the sofa, arching his neck backwards, closing his eyes and enjoying the comfort of the soft pillows. An eternity seemed to pass by as he lay back and drifted into a daydream. The sound of a beautiful voice singing suddenly began to echo from the kitchen, causing the man to sit more upright and listen to the song that the woman was calmly singing from the next room. Scratching the back of his head, the man got up and walked back round to the kitchen again, standing behind the woman.

"U-uh… E-Excuse me…" He softly spoke.

Twisting around, the woman stared at him, shocked that he had actually spoken to her.

"Oh… Hello… What is it?" She replied with an uncertain tone.

"I was just… Just curious as to wh-whether or not you want to maybe…"

The man let out a number of nervous coughs in an attempt to clear his throat and regain his composure.

"Yes? What do you want?" The woman questioned.

"Would you like to maybe… Watch a movie with me?"

The woman looked into the quivering eyes of the man and for the first time in weeks she saw something much more than a ruthless brute. She saw the innocence that was masked behind his makeup of death. She could see his purity and could sense his nervousness immediately.

Without taking another moment to contemplate the situation, the woman replied "Yes, I would love to!"

The man let out a sigh of relief, gesturing towards the living room and following the woman to the sofa as she walked towards it. She sat down on the sofa, holding her hand over the seat next to her, smiling invitingly at the man. Nervously and awkwardly, the man sat next to her in a very stiff and upright position. Drops of sweat began to slip down his forehead as she lay back on the sofa and stared at him.

"You can… Lay back." She said, chuckling slightly.

Blushing furiously, the man slowly laid back onto the sofa, leaving a gap between him and the woman. She noticed this, realizing that it may be beneficial for her to make the first move. She quickly hugged onto the man, leaning onto his shoulder and laying in his arms. A shade of red did not exist for the blush of the man's cheeks. He could feel her warm body pressed against his. Acknowledging that she was comfortable with hugging him and that she was much more comfortable around him than he thought, the man loosened, leaning back against the sofa and relaxing in his seat. The movie started and the man couldn't help but smile gleefully at his current predicament.