Both of you live in different worlds and you know it. But, even after the past 3 years you can't forget him. Helen Otis, or Bloody Painter or BP like he told you to call him, the guy who once trapped you in his basement cabin but that you ended not hating doesn't matter if it was because of stockholm syndrome, you knew you felt something for him in that time, even tho you didn't know his real name nor anything else about him more than his kind of art. You both wanted to run away together, even tho you knew he use humans for his art, even he was going to make you an art at first like he said. He had kidnapped you in the first place since you had witnessed him committing murder. He locked you in a room, in a hidden place of his cabin. Then, he began to trust you and the friendship grew. You didn't want to leave him and he wanted you to come with him and run away because the police were investigating near his cabin in the deep winter, where he makes his art and live. But as you stepped out of the cabin, the police appeared. You were shot in your calf and you shouted for Helen to run. Softly, issing your forehead goodbye thinking it's the last time then he ran. You were interrogation in the police station you only told them that you were a victim, but you didn't say anything unnecessary and they left you be since there wasn't anything more to do with you. After the risky escape from the police three years ago, your calf had healed immensely and there continued to be no tracks or traces of you two for the police to lead. If it wasn’t for that heavy snowstorm that covered his footprints things surly would have ended horribly. And every 31 of October you remember Helen by seeing that red rose in your bedroom table, but this time it is different. While you are going up the stairs towards your bedroom after a long day at work you hear some footsteps, you smelt the familiar scent of the ocean perfume, was it him?