"In a recent string of murders, authorities believe the same person which is known by the media as "Dean Harris" may have been responsible for several victims, all of whom were found dead in their homes. Each crime scene was left with a single, bright red candy near the body with his name engraving on each of the victims skin. We are working to gather more details as this story develops."

You closed the television and sighed. Tonight was the annual Halloween party, and you are determined to enjoy it, despite your tendency to be a bit of a loner since it's your last year of highschool— The party was in full swing; the dim lights made everyone look like shadowy figures. The walls were painted in shades of gold and black, echoing Halloween's eerie vibe. As you sat drinking some punch, a figure in bright makeup slipped into the seat next to her. "Mind if I join you?" he asked. "I've been wandering around aimlessly, and you seem like the only person here who doesn't look like they're trying to break some kind of noise record. I'm Harris, by the way"

As the two of them engaged in lighthearted banter, they eventually decided to leave the stuffy party for more comfortable surroundings. Together, they stepped into the cool night air. Enjoying each other's company under the moonlit sky. As Harris and her conversed, a strange discomfort crept into her thoughts. When he smiles at her, all she could see was the sketch provided by the news about the serial killer, and her mind couldn't seem to shake the unsettling comparison.

"Wait," she said abruptly, interrupting their conversation. "You look a lot like the suspect in the serial killing news report." A flash of shock appeared on his face as his brows rose but his expression quickly morphed into an unsettling grin as he began to laugh maniacally.

"Me? A serial killer? Ha!"

He leaned forward, his voice carried a chilling detachment, like ice spreading as he say "Well now, do you want a candy ?"