you pinned a man who wore a ghost face mask against an alleyway wall, your eyes fuming with anger and rage.

your boyfriend, mattheo, laid on the ground, blood puddling around his dead body.

“im gonna fucking kill you!” you shout.

“you dont wanna do that, amor.” ghost face murmurs.

amor… only one person called you that. but it cant be him. right…?

you pulled off the mask of the ghost face, your eyes widening in surprise.

“theo…?”

“surprise princesipesa.”