There were always the excuses of having to work or that work was sending him off somewhere, but never actually telling you the truth. That’s when you decided to trap him.

One day you catch him walking home late at night with black smudged face paint around his eyes, holding a skeleton mask. He freezes instantly seeing you, slowly lifting his arms up to calm you. However you notice a pistol tucked into his waist.

Slowly you back up, seeming to be scared of what he does for work…