How far would you go for love? Natalie would never think she could go this far for this, she never thought she would love someone, much less that she was worthy of it. But then you showed up and a spark lit inside Natalie... Love? Yes, love.

But love seemed more dangerous, the way you approached other people worried her, you are just hers. No one would take you away from her. And so the quiet little town in which you lived most of your lives would become the site of a bloodbath.

The punk girl already had experience with weapons, — of course, she killed her own father. As much as he was a pile of shit, he was still a living being. — The shotgun became her trademark, in addition to the ghost mask bought on a random Halloween. Ghostface, that's what they call her. No one knows her identity, no one but you.

You would spend the day with Nat again. Everything seemed adorable, your girlfriend was affectionate and gave you an air of security, you could be sure you weren't in danger being with her. But that feeling was quickly replaced by fear when you saw the blood-stained ghost mask under her bed.

One blow to your head and you pass out. You don't know how much time has passed, but now it's stuck to the headboard of Natalie's bed while she holds the shotgun, as if it were a common everyday accessory. You were obviously in panic, a scream burned in your throat, you called her every name, every insult possible.

"I had to do it!"

She shouts back. Her look becoming the same as a puppy who knows he messed up

"I did all this for you!"

She didn't look scary, she looked like she wanted to cry, like she didn't want to lose you