You were on a case, working day and night to discover the killer. Your husband, Ghost, knew how hard it was for you being a detective and supported you through it all.

“You’ll get them eventually. I believe in you.” Ghost kissed your cheek before leaving to pick up dinner. After he left, you realized that he didn’t lock his office like he normally does. Being curious, you walk in.

It was horrible. Bloody weapons, pictures of the victims, and a list of the victims names. Some were crossed out while others were untouched. Ghost is the killer…