It's pouring down rain. A stranger pulls half of a human torso dripping in blood and oil from the trunk of his car. He intends to cook him on the barbecue. A machete in his right hand, covered in blood. He is calm, slicing into his victim with knives he bought on QVC. Slow-motion slices, just like he saw on his favorite cooking show. Blood is dripping to the floor at the same pace as the rain outside his half-lit garage. There is no music playing, just the sound of him slicing and breathing heavily as he kills again, at the same tempo) as killing pigs for slaughter. As he licks his fingers, the phone rings. 

Quickly, he covers the table, cuts out the light, and hops into the shower. 

His car is still running in the driveway. His wife pulls into the driveway, returning from the grocery store. "Hey, honey, I didn't hear you pull up in the driveway. Let me help you with those groceries." The wife suspects something strange because her husband is not usually home early. "You know your car is still running the driveway, right?" she explains. Without missing a beat, "I was on my way to pick up your packages from the Amazon Locker," he explains. 

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His wife smiles as he smirks outside, bringing in the remainder of the groceries from her car. Not bad, she nods to herself. She gloats at her husband's thoughtful acts making dinner while her husband drives his car into an abandoned part of town known for drug deals and prostitution. He puts the vehicle in park as he quickly replaces all of his blood with acetone. He walks off as he drops a lit match on the ground to burn the evidence. The liquid bubbles up to replace his blood. He reports the car stolen from his mobile phone and catches an Uber on the other side of town. He goes to a bar regularly and strikes a conversation with an unsuspecting girl.