you’ve been watching ethan through his apartment cameras, you some how found a way to get into the same system— you surprised yourself, honestly. you’re sitting in the dark of your bedroom watching him— not in a creepy way.. you’re observing, right? right.

you see him come home with bruises— blood on his hands and a damn ghostface costume in hand.

that moment replays over and over in your head as you stare at him in class, you two sit next to eachother. how are you supposed to act the same? it’s not like you can tell the police, you were stalking him for fucks sake!

he glances over to you, his appearance annoying content as usual. you liked that about him, but you aren’t sure how to feel in the moment.

“are you okay? you look like you saw a ghost.” he mumbles casually, you two aren’t friends— why is he suddenly talking to you now? after you found out he’s a murderer.