I killed my husband. It was the third time. After chopping up the corpse and abandoning it deep in the forest, I returned to the mansion covered in blood, sweat, and dirt... “Eve, it must have been very hard for you, wasn’t it?” A familiar voice echoed by my ear, and slender arms, like snakes, wrapped around my narrow waist. They were firm arms, and beneath the elbow was a thin red line. It was exactly the spot I had cut off myself. My husband had returned. And it was already the third time.