Song: Control by Halsey 

Amaya and Carter didn't need to stay up the whole night. Luckily for her, Carter was a business major, meaning that he has connections in the drug environment of Daventon University. He's familiar with how much a 20mg is sold from different dealers and he also found ways to make our pilot transactions smooth and undetected. It was a huge risk for both of them and Amaya was well aware.

They created a joint Snapchat account to handle transactions and other types of communication. Almost everything was set up except for one thing; buyers. How are they going to spread the word to buyers that Amaya Song and Carter Reid are dealing with? Obviously, they wouldn't want any of this tracing back to them because there will always be snitches in Daventon University.

That was another problem for tomorrow, Amaya thought. She's been trying to sleep for the past two hours. Carter offered her his bed since he was aware of her insomnia. He was sleeping on the lumpy uncomfortable couch outside and Amaya felt bad. He should be the one sleeping on his own bed since she couldn't even go to sleep.

She was worried about the serial killer on the loose even if she wished a part of her believed that there's a low chance she would encounter one. They have been carving the letter 'A' on their victim's bodies. Paranoia ran down her spine because her own name starts with the letter 'A'.

Amaya went on her phone and quickly searched up the names of the victim's bodies found on campus. It was weird. None of their names began with an 'A'. She typed 'Daventon University deaths' on the search bar. The name of the unidentified victim was Jackson Brown. There was little to none in common between all of them except for the fact they're either a student or a faculty member in Daventon University.

The serial killer was targeting individuals connected to Daventon University, but how do they choose their victims? The press and police don't even know the gender, height, or any physical feature that can give the public more information on what this killer looked like.

Her anxiety was acting up again. Thoughts of her being the next victim swam in her head, refusing to stay away. She groaned as her heart began to beat abnormally fast. It's no secret that she's as scared and clueless as the other students on campus. However, her fear was a hundred times heightened than a normal human being. Maybe taking one Xanax pill doesn't sound so bad after all.

It must be the two frappuccinos I drank earlier, she thought. It could be. She continued looking through the web for more information on the serial killer in Luna Del Sur, California. The graphic images she encountered made her sick and want to throw up.

Whoever this killer was so fucked up that one of their victims was beheaded, their head stitched to the other victim's body, and was hung on the tree in the center of the student quad. The remains of their bodies have not been found yet and detectives presumed that the motive behind these murders was a killer that was playing a game with the authorities.

There was no note or anonymous tip left on what the murderer was trying to do. No clue as to why they're playing a game of Hangman. Amaya checked her university's official website. Classes will continue to resume in person despite the news broadcasted tonight.

She rubbed her eyes and yawned. Exhaustion weighed her physical body but her mind continued to race. She was definitely not going to be sleeping tonight and a cup of coffee in the morning would help her stay awake for her long day. Amaya got out of Carter's soft bed and took out her MacBook Air from her backpack.

She might as well find slick and undetected ways to advertise her and Carter's business.

By the end of the night, Amaya learned the underground lingo of Adderall and Xanax on her college campus and found advertising options she can discuss with Carter in the morning.

When the sun finally rose, Amaya finally fell asleep on Carter's soft forest green sheets, missing all of her morning classes.

Hangman POV

The clicking of the laptop keyboard was the only sound resonating in the walls. He was fast at work, tracking her down wherever she went. He wanted to know where she is and who she's with 24/7. To his unfortunate luck, she doesn't post frequently on social media. All her accounts were set to private and she doesn't have any of her location services turned on.

Smart girl, he thought. That was fine with him because he loves a challenge, and she is his latest prey. He knows about her diagnosis for depression, anxiety, and ADHD and understood that she could be beating herself up for something she can't control. He admired her strength even though she doesn't see it herself.

He admired her compassionate and loving nature. Always bubbly and smiling, no one would have ever guessed she was struggling and dying inside. This is why he does what he does. All of his future victims deserved to die. They hurt his angel.

He touched the pictures he took of her today and continued to admire her beauty inside and out. He wanted to show her that if it were any other person in this world that deserves to live and be happy...it's her.

Papers were scattered all over the worn-down desk. They were specific and detailed plans of how he was planning to win her over, prove his worth, and be her knight in shining armor. There were also detailed confidential records about her that he was able to get his hands on.

If he can't track where she is 24/7, he might as well start from the outside and move his way inside. Being aware of her ticks, her trauma, her loved ones will give him enough information about her.

Amaya's POV

Although our business "began" the day after the serial killer news, we've already made so much profit. We made almost $300 in a span of 3 days and this was only the week before the first round of midterms. Imagine how much they can make the week of finals and midterms week.

Amaya felt a surge of excitement course through her when she showed Carter the numbers. She was grateful for him. He was an amazing best friend that he could have just left Amaya on her own to figure out how to deal with. Instead, he used his connections to spread the word about new 'yellow highlighters' available on campus for all students struggling with the lack of access to 'school supplies.'

As she finished her last drop-off for the day behind the tall bushes next to the International Center, the feeling of being followed appeared again. The sun was setting and she was in a hurry to get back to her car if she wanted to avoid being ticketed by the school for parking at a parking lot that doesn't have a specific pass.

Walking fast would make it look obvious, I'm on the run, she thought. Amaya slowed down her footsteps and gripped her backpack tighter. There were only five pills of Xanax left and she was tempted to take one because her anxiety was eating through her stomach.

Inside she was screaming although externally she looked calm and poised. It was dark now. Cursing herself for parking way too far, Amaya gripped her keys in a way that if someone comes up behind her, she can just stab and run.

The beautiful majestic trees on Daventon University looked eerie at night. The wind blew harder against her face, getting dust in her eyes. Wearing contact lenses on a windy day was a bad idea. She turned and saw a tall hooded figure with a mask and sunglasses walking behind her. Their build was hard to differentiate since they wore a baggy DU sweater and loose pants.

They're probably just a student coming back from the library, she thought. No need to be paranoid, Amaya, it's just your anxiety speaking. She reassured herself.

When the footsteps behind her became closer, she broke into a run. And it was a good thing she decided to run because her head was almost bashed in with a rock. 

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