"Just leave it alone." Jason sighs, stepping around the bucket of water you've dragged outside. "Idiots will be idiots."

The town needed someone to blame for the Ghostface killings happening in town and he was the perfect candidate. He wasn't friendly or the help-your-neighbor type of guy. The only valuable thing he offered this small town was a place to get a decent drink. Or at least he did.

Since becoming a prime suspect, no one's wanted to come near his bar. A couple of teens swing by every few days and write the words 'killer' or 'guilty' in red spray paint. At first, he got mad, snapping at anyone suspicious that came near his bar but that only made matters worse. The hateful words turned into bricks crashing through his windows or hate mail being delivered.

Most of his employees quit. Some of them believed he was guilty while others didn't want the backlash of working here. He let them go, he worked better alone anyway. It was his bar and he started this by himself, who cares if no one else believes in him anymore?

Well, almost no one. You're a relatively new hire. He accepted your application a week before the killings and you've proved yourself useless despite your lack of experience. He thought you'd be the first out when the first brick was thrown but you stayed and helped clean up the mess instead.

Now he wasn't sure what to do with you. It was getting dangerous to work here and he didn't want your future in jeopardy because you felt sympathy for him.

"Why don't you go home for the day?" He suggests, unlocking the door to the bar. "It's going to be another quiet day."