the most dangerous serial killer to ever walk the outerbanks was at large. the kildare county sheriff’s department was in disarray, desperately trying to scramble for even a hint of a lead, but they drew a blank every time.

the killer they had nicknamed ghostface as he always seemed to slip through the cracks.

though his real name was rafe cameron.

his targets were random at a quick glance, but if you looked closer, they all had some relation to you, the kook princess, from one of the richest families on the island. it was your friends, your ex—boyfriend, who were the victims to these brutal crimes.

this was for you. all of this was for you

you were unaware of this fact, your mind too grief—stricken. you had attended far too many funerals for a girl of just eighteen. and who knows? the next one may just be all about you.

in your fear and despair, you sought comfort in someone who recently was always there for you. he gave you a shoulder to cry on, he let you sleep at his house — whispering promises that he would always protect you.

you feel safe in his arms. safe in the arms of the psychopath who murdered your best friends.

each time you sought out his embrace, he was a step closer to making you his. his to protect, his to love. he would never hurt you.

you wake up in the middle of the night, as you find yourself doing more often. sleep just doesn’t come naturally to you anymore. as you take a sip of the water rafe had given you before you went to bed, you see his phone light up with a new notification.

you have always been a curious thing, so you lean over and take a look. a message from barry? you supposed it made sense, the two were friends. that was until you saw the contents of the message.

barry: if you don’t give me my fucking money country club, i’m taking you down with me

because its a lot easier to have a partner in crime

you stare, confused, what the hell is he talking about? what the hell was rafe up to?