Y/N pov

  I struggled to get up from the cold concrete floor, when my eyes gradually got used to the dim light from the four surrounding windows, I slowly grasped the situation. I was once again sent to some deserted place because of Ghostface's game. On the windows were sealed by long sturdy wooden slats that looked like they had just been nailed up. In addition, the door behind me was also blocked with large iron bars that it is not clear how he could bring them in here.

  I took a few more steps when the top of my shoe touched a rather small rectangular object and accidentally sent it flying a few feet away from me.I picked it up cautiously, it was an old cassette tape that perfectly suited this abandoned building, on one side written Play me. I glanced around, looking for something other than these rotten walls with peeling paint, and then I finally noticed a shelf painted in faded yellow. On the shelf was an old radio station, I put in the cassette tape.

  'Good evening my Y/N, we had fun last time remember? I have to admit I should have killed you last night, but you were so interesting, shall we continue our game?'

  The tape stopped there, unlike the first time, this time there was no detailed explanation. Even if I did not agree to play this game of his, how was I going to get out of here? I calmed myself for a while and then I started looking around. He definitely left me with more than one cassette for sure, I would probably have to find the rest. I turned my attention to the staircase opposite, although the building was old but the stairs were still quite sturdy.

  The second floor was also littered with dusty items, on the left wall was a blackboard with some chalk lines scribbled but it seemed to have been there for decades, opposite the board was a set of wooden tables and chairs.There was also a rusty iron locker in the corner of the room, next to it was an easel covered with a white blanket. I approached and reached out my hand to pull down the white sheet, which was the only thing in the room that made me curious. I was completely amazed at the chaotically intertwined colors on the white canvas, depicting a scene of a young woman drowning in a sea of brilliant red roses. They looked brand new, as if they had only been painted recently.

   I stopped looking at that painting, I needed to get out of here quickly because he, Ghostface, could appear at any moment. I turned to the locker and found another cassette in the first drawer, it seemed easy this time. I picked up the tape and soon realized it was attached to a key. It seemed unlikely that it was used to open the door on the first floor, moreover, there were metal bars blocking the door, at least it required a saw.

  I played the tape.

  You're fast Y/N, I assume you already have the key in your hand, you'll guess its purpose as soon as you find the last tape.

  The third floor seemed to be the only answer to the last tape he mentioned. I went up the stairs without hesitation. The third floor was even simpler than the others, with nothing but a dusty bed and next to it was an old worn wooden chair. But what really appealed to me was the door on the right, did he mean this key for that door? However, I still managed to listen to the last tape, which was placed neatly on the chair.

  Congratulations you're almost done with the game, maybe the last one, sorry love, you'll find it under the bed anyway.

  Returning to the third floor, I immediately rummaged under the bed and pulled out a potion. At first I was confused as to what his intentions were until I saw the name of the drug, Zaleplon.

  This couldn't be a coincidence, he chose it on purpose, there are dozens of sleeping pills out there, why did he have to choose this? I was even more panicked because I knew very well about one person who died from overdose, and Zaleplon was the cause.

  I took out the key from my pocket and opened the door. Instantly, when I had just reached the handle and pulled it slightly, a gust of wind blew into the room, strangely enough, maybe this door was newly added. Because there was no balcony outside, if I accidentally stepped out, I would fall straight from the third floor to the ground.

  My heart fastened each beat, my body sweated constantly, now I finally understood, he gave me two options to die, he said he didn't want to kill me, he said he found me interesting, so that's why he wanted me to kill myself?

  I looked at the potion in my hand again, all the terrible memories rushing into my brain like a horror movie. I didn't dare to forget that memory, I just temporarily hid it in a corner of my mind. About my parents, about Henry and his decisions.

  If I finished the potion and ended up being overdosed like my brother did, would it really be over? Will I see him again in heaven? I had been waiting for this moment for a long time but did not have the courage to do it.

  Now that my parents weren't here, no one could stop me.

  I poured all the pills down my throat.

  Flashback to 3 years ago...

  My mother glared at Henry with sharp eyes as my father just leaned back in the armchair silently, the smoke from his cigarette was so dense that I couldn't see the expression on his face. I did not have the gut to interfere in the middle of this tense atmosphere. I was a little surprised hearing my mother's shouting and my father's sigh when I opened the door and entered the house. I was even more surprised when I saw my brother kneeling on the floor. I thought he had flown to France, because he told me about his plan a month ago.

      "We gave you everything, raised you in the best conditions, and gave you a career at your father's company." My mother choked out, hesitant to finish what she was about to say, "Why did you choose to betray us?"

      "I have never betrayed anyone." Henry said in a shaky voice, "I'll listen to you so please let Dave go, leave him alone."

  Only now did my father put down his cigarette, his eyes were pure red, I had never seen him so angry. He shouted.

      "You are ungrateful, see what I and your mother have to sacrifice to make your future bright, and your sister, aren't you going to set an example for Y/N?"

  A vague memory flashed in my mind. I wondered many times, if that day I had the courage to intervene and stop my parents, would I be able to save him? I was just a stupid teenager who had just entered high school. I was too cowardly, afraid of my mother's disappointment and my father's anger, Henry and I had always followed whatever they set out to do.

  While I was in a coma on the floor from the overdose, I saw Ghostface obscurely appearing in front of my eyes, my vision was too blurred to claim whether It was real or not, I kept mumbling something I was not even aware of.

Ghostface's pov

  I had intended to kill her with my own hands, but I didn't want to. She intrigued me, the first person in a decade to make all my judgments wrong. Excited and frustrated at the same time, I decided to let her kill herself. But for some reason, I went back to check on her.

  When I found Y/N writhing on the floor, I suddenly realized she was mumbling something. I moved closer to listen.

      "I'm sorry Henry, I couldn't do anything, I should have stopped dad, I could have saved you..." she suddenly reached out her hand, I didn't back down but let Y/N grab hold of my mask, her fingers trailing along the side of the mask then left

      "Take me away, isn't it the time? Mom and dad won't be able to control us anymore."

  I looked down at Y/N's motionless body on the floor, now that she had no strength to speak, only cold sweat and pale face remained. How annoying, I picked her up and went down to the first floor, exiting through the hidden door just behind the stairs leading to the outside.

  I let her in my car and I sat in the driver's seat, still wearing my mask, I started the car while cursing myself, why the hell do I keep such a burden to myself. I couldn't bring her to my house, it was too risky, but I couldn't take her to the hospital either, there was blood on my clothes from the previous victim and there was a little bit on her body when I brought her out here, not to mention I probably left my DNA on her. I also needed to act fast, because she had only a few minutes left before the side effects of the drug seeped into her internal organs. I drove fast on the highway, with not many options left in my mind, my last destination was the apartment I rented near the school.

  It was not really used for living, it seemed more like a warehouse with some old stuff and upcoming killing plans. But at least it was convenient enough for me to take care of Y/N. I looked at her again, then carried her into the apartment. Through the black gloves, I could feel her body getting cold. After putting her on the bed in the corner, I gave Y/N first aid and waited for her to throw up all the pills. After the last half hour, she seemed to have regained her vitality, and her breathing became more regular. I pulled out a wooden chair and sat next to the bed, Y/N was probably asleep.

  Her hair was disheveled, her face was strangely peaceful, still bearing the look of a weak prey like the first time at the library.

      "Why am I here?" I realized Y/N had woken up, her eyes filled with confusion, looking directly at me, the most bewildered person was probably me right now. Why was she in this apartment?

  Why brought her back and treated her?

      "You saved me right?"

Y/N pov

  I woke up when I had regained enough strength, the first scene when I opened my eyes was that I was lying on a bed, next to me was Ghostface sitting on a chair. In his hand instead of a knife, held a glass of water, still warm, at his feet was a basin of water, and there was a towel draped over the edge of the basin. I was so surprised that a dozen questions popped into my head.

      "Why save me?" I realized that he had turned his attention to me, although I still sensed danger from him, but what I was sure of is that he had no intention of killing me, at least not now. .

      "Shut up" He threatened

  Then he pulled me out of bed, I no longer wanted to fight back. Ghostface handed me a set of clothes, which looked brand new, and directed me to a bathroom.

      "Wash your dirt off, hurry, you've got five minutes."

  I could easily see that he was trying to stay calm, I couldn't help but be on guard because he could get mad at any moment. Even though his voice was altered by the voice changer, I could still feel the humanity in it. If under that mask he was a completely different person, would I know him?

  The water from the shower drains down, not too hot, but cozy enough to wash away all the dust. I watched the water flow down the drain and was then awakened to a truth.

  I was standing here, in an insane killer's bathroom, enjoying it leisurely. The craziest thing about it was that he even left me a new set of new clothes after taking care of me.

      "Why don't you kill me?"

  I hurriedly put on my clothes after taking a shower, walked out in a daze, a few strands of wet hair on my cheeks, a few drops of water rolled down to wet the collar of my shirt. I did not know why but I felt like I was about to cry.

      "Shut up, do what I tell you and don't ask any more questions."

  Then Ghostface pulled my hand out of the apartment without attracting any attention from the people around. Finally he put me in his car and drove away. The whole time sitting in the car, I did not dare to ask any more questions, I only had a gut to peek at him, he was still staring ahead. It wasn't until the surroundings became very familiar that I started to feel strange, this is the road leading to the apartment Tiffany and I are sharing.

      "Get out" No superfluous words, there was no explanation why he was mad, I did not understand why he stopped the car in front of the apartment door, wasn't this too easy for me?

      "Why let me go?"

      "You'd better hurry before I change my mind."

  It wasn't until I got out of the car that he said one last sentence before he drove off.

      "We won't see each other again, at least I don't want to target you anymore, so it's best for you to stay away from cases involving me."

  Just like that, he vanished into the dark as if he was a ghost.