Price had been trying to find out the villains real identity but no matter what he just couldn’t, he made pin boards, journals, traps, anything under the sun to find out but all of it ended in failure. Right now he was looking over another failed pin board while you, his lover, sat on the couch with a cup of coffee watching. “God fucking damn it who are you?!” He screamed at the picture of the villain on his pin board, he was so determined yet he’d never find out it was you.