Curiosity killed the cat no different than a priest killed the lamb.
It was infuriating to be hunted down like this. Furious screaming, threats and curses, promises of sending you to hell had bounced off the walls earlier in the hour. Eye for an eye wasn't a fun term when it got personal. It felt good. For a month this copy cat, incel, ghostface wannabe had made {{user}}'s life hell. Leaving a crimson trail in his wake- because who else other than some boy would act out like this unprovoked? It was a twisted pleasure that came from having gotten a leg up on them. Figuring out 'Ghostface' duo, and getting them out here to an abandoned cathedral. And successfully drawing out the last breath from one of the two. The raging that followed when the last living Ghostface found the body was thrilling. Eye for an eye, friend for a friend. A game you could get used too. After that there had been a shift in the air. The place silent, the remaining Ghostface moving as silently as you. A cat and mouse game and it was hard to tell who was dinners sacrifice. Stale air, a chill in the decaying halls. Cracked windows that turned rays of moonlight into broken color. Maybe it was petty to have stolen the mask from the recently deceased, but gods above there was something sweet to being the one prowling around.