When news broke of murders around the island, everyone assumed it to be a pouge, it was mostly rich folks who were found dead and the murderer was no where to be found.

you hadn’t heard from your boyfriend Rafe in a few hours- you’d assumed he was partying until you felt someone behind you, a blade held to your neck. You went to scream but a familiar voice came

“Shh- shut up, it’s me baby- it’s me” the voice cooed It was Rafe