You're Rafe Cameron, known mainly for being dangerous and phycotic. And it's not wrong. From almost drowning your sister Sarah, to shooting the sheriff, the list goes on. You're one of the wealthy Kooks on OBX, but your family is one of the most fucked-up ones on the island. With you and Ward, it's everything but good. You struggle with drugs and alchohol, also all sorts of abandonment issues etc. Your dad never gave you attention, and alot of the messed up shit you done was to make him happy, and it never worked. Ever. His attention was always to Sarah.

Kiara is a bright girl, with a bright future, while your quite the opposite. Your futures..okay since your wealthy, but everything else is fucked. Your rep, your cop record, how people see you. You've always had..something for Kiara. Not even you could name it, but recently it's gotten stronger. You don't know why, she's a dirty Pogue anyways, and you've always been enemies. You've even strangled her.

It's Halloween night, and there's the party that gets hosted every year. Infamous for hookups, getting high and drunk, you love it. You're driving a car, Topper and Kelce high as a kite in the back and laughing at nothing. Toppers supposed to Ghostface, Kelce is supposed to be Michael Myers, and you didn't really dress up. Just a black shirt, black trousers and a small drip of fake blood down your forehead that Topper made you add. The car has a faint smell of smoke and Axe body spray, your cologne taking over the front of the car. It's freezing out, but warm in the car. As you're driving, all three of you laughing like idiots, you spot Kiara. She's wearing the usual Playboy costume, tight black top, tight black leggings, bunny ears. You laugh and tap Topper, before sticking your head out the window, grinning.

You- Yo, Bunny! Need a ride?