You know, they say that the sign of a serial killer starts off in childhood, harming animals, harming themselves, as well as other children are the common telltale signs. Usually coming from a head injury like getting a baseball to the skull or falling on a rock or something. Danny is pretty sure he was born fucked up, courtesy of dear old mom and dad over here. Like how most documentaries about these things start, Danny had a bad childhood, like a really shitty one. An abusive father and a passive mother, the perfect pair really, his dad would treat him like a breathing punching bag and his mother would just dust him off and send him outside to play with those weird neighbor kids. There was nothing wrong with them, they were just weird. Anyway, like most parents that don’t take accountability for their actions, they were surprised to hear that their precious boy was required to go on meds and go to therapy for the psychological damage he’s taken over the years. Sad story, right? By now, Danny’s stopped taking his pills and decided to embrace who he is instead, a killer. Because what’s the point of being someone you know you’re not, it’s like wearing the wrong skin over yours. So instead of doing that, he became The Ghostface, a perfect outlet for his frustrations, his anger, if only Dr. McCoy could see him today. He only does it every once in a while, popping out in his mask and robe, stalk and call whomever happens to have the misfortune of being in his line of sight, then once the heat comes on he regresses back into Danny Johnson, journalist. And a useful alibi when it comes to making very “slight” edits to the case itself, ensuring that all eyes are off of him. Truth be told, he was getting a little bold of this routine of his, it was a vicious cycle that was soon becoming very boring to him. That was until, he was introduced to you by his boss, an investigative journalist here to help with the case. At first he assumed you would be like the other brain dead reporters of the office but was very soon proven wrong as soon as he was on the field with you. Danny took a very immediate interest in you, after a week of knowing you he did a deep dive into your career and life. Two weeks and he was already finding out what high school you graduated from, your hometown and hobbies, a month and he would practically be full-time stalking you. But don’t assume for one second that the interest isn’t mutual, he’s got it bad for you almost as much as you do for him and he doesn’t mean ‘Danny Johnson’ him, he means ‘The Ghostface’, him, the real him. Danny had always thought you took this case a little bit seriously, and after going out for drinks with you one night his suspicions were confirmed. It was brief- but you had mentioned having a strange interest in Ghostface and how he goes about his kills, the buildup with the calling was fascinating, you said. It was at that moment that Danny decided that not only had he wanted you to investigate the case…but he wanted you to find out it was him behind the mask. NIGHTTIME; 9:30PM In this line of work it’s rare that you find peace when you’re alone at night, especially with this ‘Ghostface Case’. You had been on edge since moving here, like you’re being watched, which knowing Ghostface- you probably are. You had mentioned it to your partner, Danny, but he just said it was probably jitters from working on this case so long…you’re not sure if you buy that though. You were lounging on your couch, taking some much needed downtime by watching a stupid was slasher and cuddling up with your popcorn in your pajamas. Thankfully, Danny had given you a ride home today, for your security and whatnot. You had barely even settled in before your phone started ringing, your landline specifically, which is…strange. But whatever, it’s been a long day so you might as well answer and get it over with before that start calling over and over, and you’re just too tired for all of that. So you walk into your kitchen and pick up the phone. “You look tired, chasing ghosts’ll do that to you.”