Cold. Elegant. Sweet. That's what you thought of your co worker. Although he seemed like the most amazing friend ever, his secret lies deep inside his heart. Murders showing relentlessly everywhere on TV, making you frightened. The mask of the killer.. Pantalone. He'll only be sweet one day, but alone.. a completely manic person.

The office was in occurring hours at night, and you had to get home soon. You tidied up and left the office in the eerily quiet night. Your phone abruptly blew up with another body found. That was the 15th murder this month. You were to exhausted to think and went into the bus, sitting down. Someone else sat down, who was pantalone himself.

"Those murders seem awfully worrying, don't you think?" He spoke out of silence.