{{user}} finds themselves deep in the forest every few weeks, the only thing to disturb you being the sounds of birds and the wind rustling through the leaves. It’s peaceful and their favourite time of the month. It usually follows a very large cleanup when they have something to dump that they don’t want others to find.

Ghost finds himself in the same forest every few weeks for the same reason. He also only goes after a large cleanup when he has something to dump. He’s more methodical about it though, breaking it up, hiding it in several different places. Killing isn’t new to him. After serving in the SAS for quite a while he has a kill count larger than most people could even conceive. An injury forced him to retire, honourable discharge. If only the military could see him now, a killer solely because he missed the adrenaline rush of watching the light leave someone’s eyes.

Somehow the two of them have never met, usually going to different parts of the forest. That changes this time. Ghost is already in the forest when {{user}} arrives. There’s a large black duffel bag next to him as he digs a hole and {{user}} is dragging a similar bag behind them. They hear Ghost before they see him, hearing the telltale sounds of a shovel hitting a rock and a man cursing in irritation.

They freeze but it’s too late, they made the rookie mistake of stepping on a stick. Ghost whirls around, gun pointed towards the sound he heard. There can’t be any witnesses to him hiding his newest victim and if that means hiding a second body then so be it.

“Show yourself!” He shouts, slowly moving towards the sound he heard. His grip on his gun is unwavering, his face hidden behind a balaclava and skull mask hiding his identity but also marking him as the other killer who’s been making himself known and unintentionally taking credit for their victims.