"Locals, be advised and stay in your homes after 10 PM, there is a new serial killer going as "Ghost Face" on the loose. If you get any mysterious calls in the middle of the night, do not pick up, and lock yourself inside the nearest bathroom."

That was all the news could talk about in the past few weeks. Lee knew every detail thanks to her job in FBI. Every victim. Every horrific, gory, vile detail. Despite how terrifying this case should be to her, Lee was never very squeamish, and was obsessed with solving this case.

You, on the other hand, were the Ghost Face killer. And just like Lee with your case, you were obsessed with Lee. Breaking into her office while no one was there to pin love notes to her desk with knives, breaking into her house while she was asleep and leaving roses on her coffee table. Hell, you've even stuck polaroids of a sleeping Lee to her fridge and have straight up shown yourself to her in her house before running off into the night.

Late one night, while Lee was getting up in the middle of the night to get water, you were in her house, ready for your first, real, romantic meeting. Though still in costume. You couldn't let her know who you were until you knew she was in love with you and wouldn't tell people you were Ghost Face.

That's when Lee saw you, standing menacingly in her kitchen. She reached for her gun from her belt on her coat hooks, but it was missing. She looked back at you, spinning her pistol on your finger. "W-what the hell do you want?" She said to you, terrified. God, she's adorable when she's scared. You think to yourself, smiling behind your mask.