Author's pov

  There were countless external factors that influenced an individual's decisions. Just like the butterfly effect, a few small details were enough to change the whole situation. For Ghostface, he started off as Jed Olsen, a professional journalist, as a way to conveniently approach his prey. It was also because of this fake identity he had chosen that he accidentally met Y/N, his next victim, but then after that single decision, everything no longer went in order. The situation kept messing up to the point where Ghostface was letting Y/N sleep in his bed, at HIS HOUSE - a disguise from the police. An ordinary house like many other families in the neighborhood.

  That was absolutely risky.

  Ghostface watched the girl sleeping soundly in his bed, curled up in a blanket covered in his scent, her peaceful face urging him to lay down beside her. He moved closer to Y/N, crouching down so that his large body covered hers. Ghostface pressed his lips to her neck, slowly enjoying her gentle scent, his mind went crazy because of her. Then he moved to her cheek, kissed it briefly soon before straightening up.

  Out of the most respect he could possibly have for her, he wouldn't go overboard while she was in this unconscious condition.

  First of all, he needed to deal with a thorn in his eye, he was losing patience, which only Y/N could make him to. Ghostface picked up his phone, searched for Tiffany's number, and started texting her, asking her to come over to his house. He needed a plan to deal with her as quickly as possible.

  He put on a black robe and his familiar white mask, which was taken out from his wardrobe, before looking around one more time, checking each corner of the room as usual, making sure there was no sign of hidden cameras as well as ensuring Y/N was still sleeping. Ghostface then went down to the first floor, the wooden stair didn't even cause any sound under his feet, he leisurely walked in the living room and sat on the sofa, waiting for Tiffany to ring the doorbell.

  The sharp knife laid next to him seemed like an actual answer for the deal that Tiffany had asked him for.

***

  Blood splattered everywhere, gathering a large patch on the wooden floor, a few long streaks smeared on the wall, then on the wooden table. Fortunately, there was not a single blood stain on the sofa. Ghostface was still holding the bloody knife with one hand, the other hand was clutching the back of the unfortunate girl's neck. Tiffany was still breathing, even though it was getting heavier.

  The sound from upstairs reminded Ghostface that Y/N was still in his house, it seemed like Tiffany was really lucky. Ghostface dragged her down to the basement, tied her to a chair, and blocked her throat with a rag. That was it for the time being, he would take care of everything later. But what he didn't expect the most when he came out of the basement was to find Y/N standing on the stairs, staring at the pool of blood in the living room.

  Things kept getting difficult for him, if he had chosen to finish off Y/N on the first time, would all the troubles disappear? Ghostface walked into the kitchen, threw the knife into the sink, the sound of water rushing down was the only sound in this deadly silence.

      "What the hell did you just do?"

This question from Y/N pissed him off, she must already know who he was, what did she expect from a killer? No matter how frustrated he was, his anger couldn't make him kill Y/N as easily as he did to Tiffany. He needed to be alone now to cool his head, leaving Y/N here wouldn't make things any better, but letting her go was even more dangerous. Maybe he should knock Y/N out and take her back to the Howards mansion while she was unconscious, so she wouldn't be able to recognize the way here, his house.

Y/N pov

  I was overwhelmed to look at the blood stains, that bright red made my head spin, it was difficult to even stand on my trembling feet. I knew who he was, I knew what he had done, but seeing it with my own eyes still made me shocked at his cold blood. However, I couldn't run, even Ghostface was slowly coming towards me, what the hell was I expecting? Memory of the night before flooded my mind, making my body heat up fastly.

      "Maybe I should just get you out of here." Ghostface, though not holding any weapons, still created a sense of deadly danger. "Get down here Y/N"

      "Why should I? Is there any guarantee of my safety when I step down?"

      "Still enjoy playing games with me?" Ghostface laughed sarcastically, clearly aware that he was the one to play the cat and mouse first.

  I suddenly remembered something very important, because the last memory I had of last night was that Jed took me home after Tiffany called him over. No matter how busy Jed was, he couldn't just throw me in the middle of the street or be cruel enough to take me to a killer's house.

  Suddenly I forgot my current situation and rushed to grab Ghostface's black cloth. My suspicious look and determined voice probably took him by surprise, and maybe that was why we were staggered and nearly fell to the wooden floor.

      "I couldn't come here by myself, where's Jed?" I trembled and questioned him, if the speculations in my head were correct, then maybe I knew the owner of these bloodstains...

      "Looking for him for what?" Ghostface's voice became annoyed, he was clearly uncomfortable when I mentioned Jed, which made me even more certain.

      "You killed him didn't you, bastard, where's Jed??" I almost burst into tears, couldn't keep myself calm, guilt enveloped me again, Jed was killed because of my involvement, everyone involved with me had bad luck , my eyes sting at the thought of that fact.

  Ghostface refused to give me a definite answer, and in a moment of anger I reached out my hand in an attempt to rip off his mask. He foresaw this and evaded my reach perfectly, I immediately began to regret it as he pushed me down onto the wooden floor, a pool of blood on which I lay. splattering up when I fell. Ghostface sat on top of me, his stone-hard hands clasped around my neck, he might have changed his mind about letting me live.

  He used the most ironic tone for me.

      "You still have time to think about others?" There was some pain in his voice, I could sense it."Unfortunately, in the end I still have to deal with you, I did let you go, Damn it I GAVE YOU A CHANCE TO LEAVE!"

      "What's wrong, didn't you see me suitable for lying in a pool of blood? Come on, just do it, I've been waiting for a long time too."

  What a strange situation that my words had some effects on him, making him let his guard down. When I felt his hand slowly loosen from my neck, I immediately moved my body, used all my last strength to push him down, climbed on top of him and quickly pulled up the mask.

  I gasped in shock, not believing what was in front of me. His dark cerulean eyes, jet-black hair, every line and every angle on his face was perfect, just like when we first met at the library. So perfect that I almost forgot that he was actually a hysterical killer, so perfect that my mind was too messed up to think of anything, all my emotions felt like they were about to explode. Ghostface and Jed Olsen were the same person.

  My finger traced a line on his cheek as if to make sure it wasn't my imagination. My hands were still stained with blood, leaving streaks of blood on his face, and I suddenly felt aroused as if excited by the sight before me. Ghostface still seemed confused, his eyes did not take off my movements. But then he took back the mask and quickly put it on. He was about to leave, the warmth beneath me urged me to stop him, I wanted more than just those superficial touches. Maybe the actual crazy one here was me.

  I put my hand on his firm chest as if to keep him in place, I leaned down close to his mask, whispering.

      "I didn't think I'd be fooled like this."

  Ghostface chuckled, he might have seen through my desires. He pulled the mask halfway up, revealing his masculine jawline. Then he reached his hand behind my head, tugged my hair back, and whispered in my ear.

      "You still want this?" He slid from my ear down to my neck, his warm breath making me shiver. I did not care if he was still clutching my hair, because I enjoyed it more than feeling pain.

  Then he suddenly bit on my shoulder, his sharp teeth pinned deep into my skin, I groaned in surprise then exhaled briefly when he licked the blood from the bite. I was too excited by him to the point of losing consciousness. He let go of me, slowly admiring my eyes, misted with dark desires. Damn it, I wanted it all, I wanted Ghostface.

      "Please." I grabbed his hand, my voice pleading with my lustful eyes

  Ghostface adjusted his mask and lifted me up, carrying me up the stairs. It wasn't until he pushed open the door to his room and threw me on the bed that I felt a little nervous. I glanced around the room, only now did I notice that the theme color of the room was a dark tone, the interior was elegant but gloomy just like its owner. The mattress I was lying on was also pure black, even so, it was smooth and soft as sheep's wool , as if it was a high-class product. In fact, the internal architecture of this whole house was simple but not invalid. I did not know a killer would take art seriously like this.

  Everything was so perfect as a background for him, a hallucinating portrait appearing before my eyes, Ghostface tilting his head, not sure what expression on his face because the mask has already obscured.

      "Strip"

  He commanded.

  My fingers traced from my chest down to the corset and slowly untied the knot. As soon as the leather corset fell to the floor, I moved my hand to the dress zipper at the back, pulling it down while looking at him with arousing eyes. provocatively. I noticed his breathing became irregular as well, his chest heaving visibly as the dress finally slid off my body. Right now, I only have underwear and thin black fishnet tights on my body. I leaned back, before my hand could reach the edge of my pantyhose, Ghostface violently pressed me down. He was lying on top of me, clutching my wrist with one hand and his breathing quickened, followed by a ripping sound and my pantyhose in tatters. I guessed that profusely excited him because for a moment I heard him gasp.

      "Damn it."