Ghostface' pov

  I was driving around the town calculating my next hunting plan. What a shame when I finally stopped in front of Y/N's apartment, the cracked feeling pulled my steps closer to her place. The situation would probably get worse if my obsession with her grew, it was like an annoying pimple that could not be removed. I was still busy fighting with my inner self when I saw Y/N leaving the apartment, I immediately followed.

  Since she was walking slowly, I had to keep the car as far as possible. About fifteen minutes later Y/N turned into the town park, I immediately parked on one side of the road and went after her.

  Through the neatly trimmed trees, I caught Y/N staring down at the lake, her eyes wavered as if she had been through a lot. She had the same expression when I left her in the abandoned park. Although I still wanted her dead, there had never been an exception for my prey, however, I could not kill her.

  Then the scene suddenly changed, a nameless fury welling up in my chest when I saw a man in the Ghostface costume approaching her with a knife in his hand. Having someone snatch my prey was something I could never ignore...

      "You promised to let me go." I heard Y/N muttering.

  The disappointment on Y/N's face really sparked the outburst of my anger. I couldn't keep my composure but rushed out and punched that impostor in the face. That bastard had no chance taking my reputation and most of all how dare he turned me into a person who went against my own promises, I'm a killer, not a liar.

  When I took off his mask, I immediately recognized him as Y/N's boyfriend. A bit of confusion crossed my mind, why would he want to kill his lover?

  The word "lover'' did annoy me a little.

Y/N's pov

  I could not think of the reason for Mike's actions, this did not seem like a prank, I obviously knew it could happen, but still my stubborn side did not want to believe in reality. Deep down inside my heart, I was always hoping he came to me for real love, not taking advantage of me because of my last name. The question flooded my mind again, did Mike ever say he loves me?

  Never, in all of the past year.

      "Let me guess." I tried to keep the consistency in every word, forgetting about Jed's appearance, I didn't want to appear vulnerable in front of anyone anymore." You attack me because I broke the engagement so you couldn't become Howard's successor?"

      "No, it's not right babe" Mike tried to justify himself."I was just a bit upset because you broke up with me for no reason."

      "Actually, she does have one." Jed interrupted in the middle of the conversation, his right hand holding a phone and the screen showed a message. "Looks like you cheated on Y/N with some girl named Cecil."

    "Give me back my phone." Mike yelled, but quickly regretted his actions when he saw Jed's stern gaze.

    "Cecilia Amberich? You really did that to me?" That girl who had taken part in my brother's death.

  Mike knew well that I hated Cecil, after everything she had done to Henry, that shameless traitor still had the audacity to show up again. I took the phone from Jed, quickly read the message on the screen, and then I slowly realized, it turned out that all this mess was set up by Cecil. Mike was just a fool under her feet.

      "Leave before I call the police."

  Jed seemed upset with my decision to let Mike go, but I stopped him. After Mike got up and ran away, I felt a little relieved, my father really needed to know about this. He would handle this for me because at the present I had no strength to fight back. I dropped myself on the bench again, memorizing the past like a vague scene from an old movie, speaking without my own consent.

      "Sometimes I do wish I could end it all." I felt the warmth beside me when Jed sat down on the same bench as mine."He was the one who could complete my quest."

      "Who are you trying to imply?" Jed looked closely into my eyes, the same action he did back when I was at his office.

      "I think I'm insane." I tried to calm myself but the tears started to roll down. "Why do I miss it?"

  I bursted into tears, if all the relationships around me were based on lies, then I hoped the connection between me and the killer was real, at least he did not take advantage of me. Maybe I really need company, it was a bit disappointing that Jed already had somebody else, I guessed so. He seemed like a nice guy... those thoughts made me put on a small smile, this mixed feelings would probably confuse Jed.

 Jed looked like he wanted to say something but then kept quiet, and we stayed like that until an hour later, when my emotions finally subsided.

      "Thank you."

  Jed just nodded for a response, his coldness was completely reasonable, I couldn't keep daydreaming, so I insisted on walking home despite his polite offer to drive me back to my place by his car.

***

  Returning to the apartment exhausted, this could be the consequence for expecting too much then being easily disappointed. I laid down on the bed, my eyelids closed with heaviness, but I couldn't sleep, I wished I could forget everything that happened. Being betrayed was a normal thing that I should have gotten used to.

Flashback to 3 years ago.

  I sat in the cold room with an empty mood. The past few days at the funeral had exhausted me, the priest and distant relatives kept coming to comfort my family even though there wasn't any sincerity in their words at all. Parents were constantly arguing with each other, even when they were in a private room or in a public place. They blamed each other, which was ironic, because each of them had a share of responsibility in that incident.

  And after a long while my mother did not speak to me, the first words she uttered were more cruel than ever.

      "Get ready, you will follow your father to the company."

      "What are you talking about?" I understood what she meant, I just couldn't believe it. "After all that horror, you want me to replace Henry?"

     "The sooner you get used to the job, the quicker you'll be able to handle the company. You'll help me with a few simple tasks." My father came down the stairs, his expression as stiff as ever.

  Did my parents have any sympathy for Henry?

  I woke up in the middle of the night, didn't know when I had fallen asleep, maybe I was exhausted from overthinking. My throat was so dry that I decided to get up from the bed, reaching for the glass of water on the nightstand. The water hardly spilled into my mouth when I almost choked to see a tall dark figure in the corner of the room, right next to the wardrobe. I was motionless for a moment, the cup in my hand had fallen down to the ground, making the sound of glass breaking, which pulled me back to reality. I widened my eyes and looked at the black figure without blinking. Gradually, under the dim moonlight from the window, I recognized the familiar white mask. As he approached me, his tall body enveloping mine. This time my hunch told me this was Ghostface, the mettle around him completely emitting the scent of danger, the strong smell of blood and flesh made me overwhelmed.

  He tilted his head to observe my expression, my body was weightless as if in a dream, I suddenly found myself drowning in nervousness and excitement. It was such a wild situation that an infamous killer was in the same room as me and I didn't even think about screaming for help or reaching for the phone to call the police. I remained seated on the bed, gazing intently at him with my head held high, then boldly asking the question.

      "Why did you let me live last time?"

  Ghostface crouched down so he was level with me, then reached out to grab my chin, his warmth caressing my cheek, making my body heat up. Then, for no reason at all, he roughly pushed me onto the bed, with his hands on both of my sides to prevent me from escaping. I did not want to run away anyway, my body and my mind were both eager to know what he would do next.

      "What were you expecting?" He probed me while running his hand down my chin to my neck, his leather gloves touching on my skin were roughly cold.

      "What do you mean?" I asked him with a confused tone in my voice.

      "Stop pretending you don't want anything from me" and suddenly Ghostface pulled out a knife and pressed it lightly against my left side. "Or you want this, right?"

  I did not protest, just stared at him through the mask, maybe out of fear, or simply out of curiosity. Ghostface chuckled, lifting one side of my shirt to let the blade come into direct contact with my bare skin.

      "Answer me" He growled as if ordering.

  A new kind of desire arose in me, I put my hand on his white mask when he grabbed my wrist, stopping my action. I moved down to the knife he was holding, my fingers slightly touching the blade then taking it out of his hand.

      "What are you going to do with it?" He said sarcastically, "Stabbed me?"

      "No, I think I want something else..."

  He shook his head, I assured I heard him chuckle a little. Ghostface suddenly leaned away from me, he pulled his mask up just enough for me to see his lips, how beautiful. It also proved that he was a real person behind the mask, not a cold-blooded monster.

  Then the thing that I least expected was also the thing I looked forward to the most, happened. The killer was lying on top of me, pressing his lips to mine. He had bitten lightly on my lower lip and skillfully inserted his tongue to rattled my mind into a frenzy state. I responded to his passionate kiss without hesitation, as if my body desperately desired his interaction. When we finally pulled out for air, a string of salvia leaked out, making my face redden. Both of us breathing unevenly, I raised my eyes to see him as he prepared to leave. I eagerly wanted to hold him back, so I reached out and tugged at the hem of his shirt to stop him from getting up.

  Ghostface hadn't adjusted his mask yet, so I could still see his smirk at my bold move. He grabbed my hand, his lips caressing the back of it and then biting roughly on my wrist, leaving a dark red mark of his teeth. I was too surprised to react, not even shouting out loud.

      "What the hell are you doing?"

      "To mark you as mine."

  He just uttered some strange words, he marked me as ownership? That's weird, even more weird is that I like it. Ghostface pulled back the mask, now he returned with a cold expression behind the white mask. He finally straightened up, taking back the knife from my bed.

      "Everybody will see this..." I made a grimace, raising my hand so he could see that sick mark he had left.

  Ghostface laughed at his achievement, then disappeared after jumping out the window. Was this guy out of his mind? This was the 7th floor!

  Or maybe the one who went out of mind was me.