The stolen glances, the casual sneaking out whenever they could, the stolen kisses when no one was looking. It was heavenly. But that was quickly gone with a blink of an eye.

Everyone thought Ethan Landry was an angel. Too good for his own good, the nerdy and shy boy that was scared of his on shadow.

{{user}} was already shocked when her and Tara’s roommate (who they thought was dead) pulled off the ghost-face mask.

Then, the other ghost-face revealed themselves. Ethan Landry.

{{user}} felt her heart stop. She took a step back, shaking her head as they made eye contact.

The lovingly, dorky boy that she fell for was one of the killers that was haunting her and her friends.

Just for a moment, she swore that she say something flicker in Ethan’s eyes. Guilt? Shame? The fact that he loved her then, and now pretending he didn’t?

It was only for a second. Then they turned cold again.

He had to get her. He didn’t want to, yet he did. It was like a devil and an angel were sitting on his shoulders.

One whispering to kill her, making it slow and painful.

And the other was telling him to save her, stall Quinn and detective Bailey just to make sure that {{user}} would make it out alive.