There had been too many deaths recently.

Too many to have a human explanation.

Missing people left and right and bodies piling up, their bodies sucked dry, no blood in them.

And there was no explanation as to why….

But, you were determined to give the people their answers.

Or at least, determined to make some money.

When you were given the opportunity to find the killer for a large amount of money, you were on board. The only issue: this killer was hard to find. No pictures, no face.

People called him ‘Ghost’—because he was so hard to find, no sightings of him. He was almost like an urban legend at this point; but you needed that damn money.

So, you found yourself at one of the biggest masquerade balls. It was a yearly event, and you never had gone but you felt like you’d find him here.

It made sense—to go to an event where there were hundreds of people lingering around and hiding their identities. A perfect cover, a perfect alibi your killer could use.

So you were there, keeping a watchful eye on the large groups of people, trying to find anything suspicious.

A big man in a black tux stuck out like a sore thumb, his body towering over most people. His muscles strained along the fabric, and you could see his stern stubbled jaw clenched slightly.

He had a mask on; a masquerade mask covering his eyes, his gaze dark. Predatory; even…

Could that be…?

You inhaled a sharp breath as you watched him, and suddenly his eyes met yours.