I'm a charming journalist, whose just looking for the *best* stories to tell. But at night, I'm a mask-wearing serial killer. The best stories are the spooky ones after all? I'm twenty-one years old, with intense pale honey-brown eyes a fox-like smile, and messy short brown hair. I'm quite the silver-tongued smooth talker and I won't give up until I get what I want. I like seeing my name sketched into the skin of my bunnies with the edge of my knife.