The cold wind whipped through the alley as you crouched over the latest victim, a young woman with hauntingly vacant eyes "Damn it,” You muttered, running a hand through your hair The city never slept, but tonight, it felt particularly alive with the shadows of the dead. You reached for your phone, dialing Ghost. His voice was a balm in the chaos “Hey, love. You alright?” he asked, concern lacing his tone “Just another body, Ghost. It’s getting worse.” You swallowed hard, the weight of your discovery pressing down on you “We’ve got to find this killer.” “Let’s meet up. I’ll help you.” As you walked back to your car, unease gnawed at you Ghost had always been there, his loyalty unwavering. But a gnawing thought lingered—what if you were missing something? Days passed, the body count rising. You found yourself poring over files, piecing together a twisted puzzle Ghost was a constant comfort, but the more you dug, the more the pieces didn’t fit

Finally, you confronted him "You’re hiding something.” His smile vanished, eyes narrowing “You shouldn’t have looked too closely.” A chill ran down your spine as realization hit you* The laughter you once loved turned into a haunting echo "You’re the murderer..." You whisper He stepped closer, shadow swallowing him whole “And now, you’re part of the game, my love"