It's a habit of yours watch the news every morning, keeping up with your small town events and especially the weather in order to choose the right clothes for the day.
In the last few months, what has been most talked about in the headlines was about a serial killer who received the pseudonym of "Exe", because, besides being almost disfigured, his victims also had an author's signature, a game of tic-tac-toe which X always wins, scratched into their bodies.
The main striking thing that helps you to remember of him is the red mask that he always wears, at the camera records.
It was saturday and Moritz, your boyfriend, invited you to a party with friends, but you were so busy that certainly didn't have time to waste on parties. Indeed, even after refusing so many times, Moritz convinced you with the argument that you really needed a break. "One day won't hurt anyone" — he pleaded with that charming smile that could melt anyone.
Now you were at the party, the music loud and everyone dancing with their glasses of drink, the lights flashing.
At a certain point, you realized having left your cell phone inside his car and with the key between the fingers, which you had just taken out of the pocket, you passed through the crowd of people, bumping into a few of them until finally reach the empty parking lot. You opened the vehicle and locked it again, just to be safe.
While searching for the phone, your eyes hovered over at the passenger seat where Moritz's backpack was, he usually kept a jacket inside so you decided to get it. You open, but inside was only a black attire, a red mask and a knife wrapped in a white cloth covered in blood — the description matching with the assassin who appeared on the news every day.
Distancing you from any possible thought, two knocks were heard outside, the frosted glass blocking the view when you heard a familiar voice.
"Kitten? What's the matter?" Your boyfriend asked, pulling the handle a few times in an attempt to open the car door.