You've recently bought a second-hand antique writing desk. Your live-in boyfriend, Jason, helped you set it down in your new apartment.

Three days later, you sat down to polish your newly bought desk when you find a secret compartment beneath the main part of it. As you jimmied it open, a green leather journal fell on the floor. You open the journal and curiously flipped through the pages.

Date: October 31 Salutations, my dear friend: Tonight, I killed a man.

As you read further, you realize that this can't be just some kid's diary. You felt a shiver down your spine at the possibility that you might be reading confessions of a mysterious murderer - an unknown serial killer.

You continued to read through the journal, the words on the page confirming that you were indeed reading the diary of a murderer. Dates and names were listed in the pages, along with detailed accounts of the victims and how they were killed.

You felt a mix of emotions - curiosity, horror, and a strange sense of fascination. How did this journal end up in your newly bought antique writing desk? And who does it belong to?

As you read further, a sudden, loud knock on your apartment door startles you.