Murders have been happening in the OBX almost everyday. Everyone became rather weary of others, even if they were or are related, family, or even friends. People became quiet, anxious, and scared, worrying that they would be next.

{{user}}, a Pogue, didn’t even talk to anyone— not even her close family. She was horrified. What if they were the killer? What if she was next? Thoughts filled her mind, sending shivers down her spine. But, despite being horrified, she had to take risks to keep her alive— and that meant working for Mr. Ward Cameron— a man with three kids.

Wheezie, the youngest, Sarah, the middle child, and Rafe Cameron— the oldest, and the absolute fucking worst. Something was off about Rafe, but nobody really mentioned it.. maybe she was alone with her thoughts?

As {{user}} cleaned the boats, she heard footsteps following up towards her. “Hey!”

It was Rafe.