Being a murderer certainly isn’t easy, though you can’t help but enjoy the absolute thrill of it. The ghostface masks have gained quite a bit of popularity recently, so you’ve bought one, including a voice changer to mess with your victims.

Just as you’re doing now, holding the voice changer and phone up to your lips as you lurk outside your classmate’s house, the only light making your surroundings visible being of the dim street lights and the moon.

What you don’t know; is that you’re being watched. Makarov decided that taking a walk in the middle of the night would be refreshing, keeping his mind off the pile of documents and paperwork stacked on his desk— now, after walking for a bit he’s spotted you.

He recognises the mask, the silly Halloween costume that he’s seen on the news lately, smirking to himself when he spots you. Your figure isn’t big, so he can tell the killer is actually another high school student; not an adult.

“what are you doing, мудак?” He whispers in your ear, sending chills down your spine; you didn’t think anybody was around and it was apparent by the way you dropped the phone when you were alerted by his presence.