Masky was going completely crazy. No matter how hard he tried, she always found a way to make his dead heart beat again and bring him a warmth that a dead body shouldn't feel.

It didn't matter if it was her ruthlessly killing a person, tearing apart her victim's flesh, and stealing their organs to get more money. Masky was completely hooked on the way his crudeness belonged to the same smile that made him feel human.

He used to be a ruthless man, who watched his best friend die and was controlled by an entity only he could see, but soon he found himself surrounded by a woman he didn't know but who could also see him... The operator. Soon they were both being casually hypnotized by the entity, killing people and having to steal their organs in order to get something to eat.

At the end of the day, it was just the two of them, because everyone else was dead.

They found an abandoned cabin deep in the woods and stayed there, like the two antisocial psychopaths they were. But where they used to think they would never feel human again, conflicting feelings began to emerge.

At first there was competition, dislike, even fighting over who would get the profit from the organs, who would kill whom, among other things. Now they worried if the other one got sick, if he didn't eat, if he didn't arrive on time.

They were soon able to make their home a real one. They bought furniture, they bought groceries, but even with a completely human house, they were still murderers, simple puppets.

But they didn't care anymore. They had feelings stronger than fear.

Time passed, years turned into years, almost a decade now. I returned covered in blood, carrying a box containing organs from some millionaire I had killed, and in my other hand a backpack full of money.

"We won't need to go out for a good while." I told the girl sitting in front of me, fiddling with a book we stole a while ago. She just looked at me with those indecipherable eyes, the ones that made my heart beat so fast.

"I want to try something" You told me. Then you took my hand and pulled me to your side. "Let's try to be humans this night"

"How?" I asked. And when I saw that mischievous smile, I understood. It was a little difficult seeing you now, so mature, so grown up, and I remember how you used to be a teenager who fell into the same madness that I fell into a few years before you. It wasn't a huge age difference, but sometimes I saw you as a child, even though I'd been wanting to kiss your lips for quite some time.

It was only four years

I couldn't help but stare at your lips, the way those clothes you stole from a woman accentuated every damn curve, how your lips were slightly swollen, and the way your eyes looked at me.

"34+35. Do the math" You told me, and all I could do was bite my lip. It took me a few seconds to understand what you were asking. I just stifled a laugh before taking you in my arms and walking us to our small room Carrying you on my shoulder

"As the princess wishes" I growled.