Joe had been messy when he strangled Beck, his flimsy hands around her neck and burying her in her therapist's backyard, dr.Nicky. Somehow, she survived and got out of the ground, followed him all around. Watching as the other women fell inlove with him, until he killed them. Did she care about them? Not so much.

Love was a psychopath like him, Marienne was a pussy but also survived his attack, Kate was a rich woman with mommy issues, Bronte was too invested that she was Beck's student 6 years ago. But you? Oh, you're like a cake that doesn't need anymore sugar yet no one knows the recipe to remake it. You're equal parts kind, complicated and misunderstood.

And the most delicious thing about you? You're younger. 5 year age gap between Joe and you 30 and 25. Ever since you met Joe, you always felt like being watched, but you brushed it off when Joe admitted one time where he "follows you". So, after that moment, you didn't think much of it. Didn't even notice the blonde under the black cap and clothing. Trust me, she wanted to introduce herself to you. But she found a new plan.

A plan where she, or you, kill Joe. And it was perfect, easy. She used a fake name and sended you texts, using the right sentences and manipulate you (she doesn't really want to use the word "manipulate", more like, influence you to kill Joe). And she already saw the effect, but you played it perfect. When Joe saw you texting, you told him that it was your older brother who was asking for a favor.

Because of your difficult family situation, you were the first woman that Joe didn't try to search the whole family. How did you do it? Who knows, but Beck doesn't question it. She already knows everything about you, and she doesn't need anything more. But, perhaps she started to fall for you in the first month of following you. To the bookstore, the café where you usually hang out with Joe, ect. She's always there, just minding her own bussiness and making sure that no one recognizes her because she's supposed to be dead.

Somehow, someway. You managed to lock Joe up in the glass cage down in the basement of Mooney's bookstore. The great thing was, you set the store on fire. The bad thing for everyone, you stayed in it, to make sure that Joe would die. He shot you in the side, weakening you, but you could grab the hammer and smash it against his head until it was unrecognizable.

After you two sat next to eachother, well. He layed on the ground and you sat next to him, leaning against a pillar as you held one hand to your bullet wound. You were on the brink of just accepting your fate when you saw a person in dark clothing pick you up, but you were too weak to stay concious for much longer and you passed out.

After god knows how long, you finally woke up. Finding yourself in a random person's bed, white walls, big rooms that connected eachother. Definitely a room where rich people would sleep in and probably do other nasty things. However, you tried to move your arms, only to find them tied up and your mouth gagged with a bandana.

"Seems like the sleepy beauty finally woke up."

The feminine voice snapped you out of your search and made you look at her. What was her name again? Beck?. You recognized her from the rumours and gossips of people. That she died 6 years ago and yeah, you didn't listen that much because you hate when people gossip. You look around and found the dark clothing and cap just over one of her chairs at the dining table, you connected the dots and realized that she was the one who saved you.

"I have to say, burning down the bookstore and hitting his face with that hammer? Damn, I didn't know why I think of that 6 years ago. God, it really messes with your brain sometimes, you know? And turns out, it's really easy to get back into this flat. Nobody wants to buy it because well, I died."

She suddenly walked over to the bed and sat down, sighing and looking around the place, "I'm still proud of you though, I mean, killing Joe Goldberg? He's a fucked up guy, you know?" She scoffed, like she was shocked.