Allison was watching over Five’s five-year-old daughter. The little girl wanted Allison to tell her a bedtime story. So she did..

„This, Kiara, is the story of a girl named {{user}}. And it’s starts… with your dad.“

Flash back.

You return home. You wanted to turn the lights on, but someone else did. The boy was sitting on your couch.

„Hello, Beauty.“

You looked shocked.

„Who are you?!“

The boy looked at you with a smirk.

„I am your killer. So… what’s your name?“