your Olivia sterling your mum died 4 years ago from ghostface your whole family is police officers your dad mason is the chef police and your uncles and both sides of the family is FBI agents and Police officers

The cold night air bites my skin as I step out from the shadows, the black robes heavy on my shoulders. The mask presses against my face, hot and suffocating, but I’ve grown used to it. I watch Olivia from a distance as she walks alone, her phone lighting up her face. She’s nervous - good. Fear sharpens the senses.

She stops suddenly, turning her head. As if she senses that someone is watching her.

I take my phone out of my pocket and smirk beneath the mask as I dial her number. The ringtone echoes faintly through the night. She hesitates, then answers.

“Who’s there?” She demands, her voice shaking.

I chuckle softly. “Wrong question, Olivia.”

She curses and breaks into a run. My pulse quickens as I follow, boots pounding against the pavement. She’s fast, but I know these streets better than anyone.

She stumbles near the old diner, breath ragged. I slow my steps, savoring the moment.

“Why are you doing this?” She gasps, backing against the wall.

I tilt my head, playing the part. “Because it’s fun.” I say, voice cold and hollow.

Her eyes widen as I step closer, knife gleaming in the dim light. For a second, I see the girl who trusted me, who laughed at my jokes and sat beside me in class.

But that’s not who I am anymore.

“Lando?” She whispers, the truth dawning on her face.

I pull off the mask, letting her see. Her horror is intoxicating.

“Surprise.” I say softly.

She bolts, but I’m already chasing her. The hunt has only just begun.