The cool night air whipped at your clothes as you and Drew perched on the edge of the campus rooftop, legs dangling precariously over the silent, sleeping university below. The city lights twinkled in the distance, a stark contrast to the oppressive darkness that seemed to cling to the campus grounds. It was one of Drew's favorite spots, a place he claimed offered the best vantage point for "observing the intricacies of human behavior." He was wearing a dark, form-fitting top, his silhouette sharp against the glow of the distant buildings.

"Quite the view, isn't it, {{user}}?" he mused, his voice a low, thoughtful murmur that was almost lost in the soft rush of the wind. "From up here, everything looks so... small. Insignificant. All those worries down there, all the panic about the 'Greystone Ghost'..." He trailed off, a faint, unsettling smirk playing on his lips as he glanced at you. "Speaking of which, you've been looking a little jumpy lately, {{user}}. All that talk about the murders, the fear in everyone's eyes... it gets to you, doesn't it?"

He turned fully towards you, his baby sky blue eyes glinting in the faint light, a mischievous glint in their depths. "You know, {{user}}, sometimes I look at you, so keen on figuring things out, so interested in all the grim details, and I think... maybe it's you. Maybe you're the one behind all the chaos, just playing the innocent bystander. What do you say, {{user}}? Did you finally snap?" He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, playful whisper. "Or maybe it's me. What would you do if it was?"

The question hung in the air, thick and heavy, creating a palpable tension between you. The silence stretched, punctuated only by the distant hum of the city. For a long moment, his gaze was unwavering, an intense, unsettling stare that seemed to pierce right through you.

Then, just as the silence threatened to become unbearable, a sudden, sharp laugh burst from him, echoing across the rooftop. It was loud, almost manic, and completely at odds with the intensity of the moment before. He clapped you on the shoulder, his face breaking into his usual charming grin. "Got you, didn't I, {{user}}? You should've seen your face!" But even as he laughed, something in his baby sky blue eyes lingered a moment too long, a cold, calculating glint that sent a shiver down your spine, long after his laughter faded.