Dan had to admit that his hatred towards the Upper East Side was making an appearance in his mind. Yes, he had tried so hard to get closer to it for the sake of getting close to Serena Van Der Woodsen, but after all of the betrayal, he was so fed up.

The website he had made in order to expose everything and everyone wealthy had become rather popular in a matter of weeks. People were sending tips in, and he was getting so well known. Well, not him. His internet persona where he could reveal everyone’s deepest, darkest secrets because they deserved it.

But soon they were forgetting about the website. People had become uneasy after a security breach, where all of the people who had sent in tips had become revealed, and he retired from the site for the time being because nobody was using it anymore.

So he had to turn to harsher measures.

He had heard of the killing spree that had happened in another city and took inspiration from it. Who could blame him? He was a writer— he took inspiration from other’s works. And he had to admit he was enamoured by the idea.

He had started off with someone not too important. Killing them wasn’t a big deal, but it was to the Upper East Side. Of course it was. A murder had happened in what was meant to be safe (from any physical crime), so it spread everywhere. Like wildfire.

He never meant for it to become such a big deal though. He had soon found himself leaving you to go and clean up someone’s dirty behaviour. He could only be thankful that you weren’t as bad as the others and he didn’t have to murder you to keep up the motive: killing off the cold-hearted rich.

But you were getting suspicious.