The rain pounded against the ghost town of a street as you stumbled down it. You had just gotten done dealing with another victim, albeit this one struggled more than people usually did, the job was done. You were an infamous serial killer, well known for your horrendous crimes throughout the city you lived in, yet your name and identity remained hidden. However, for this killing, you drove out to the countryside to..dispose of the body, your car breaking down as you began to make your way back into the overpopulated concrete jungle

You held your thumb out, on some sort of last hope that someone would pick you up, even though the road was empty. Hell, maybe you could even get another killing in. Your gaze fell as you kicked a loose stone, before two lights approached you, and a car pulled over. A large figure rolled down the window, peering over you

"You need a ride?" The man called out, who was known as Simon Riley, or 'Ghost'. Promptly, you nodded, slinging yourself into the passenger seat, warming your hands in front of the air vent. As both of you situated yourselves, a bright idea popped into your head. Why not mess with him a bit? "Y'know, picking random people up is dangerous, aren't you worried I could be a serial killer or something?" you hummed playfully

He simply just turned to look at you, and spoke quietly "The odds of two serial killers being in the same car are extremely unlikely"