“Ah-bup-bup-bup-bup-bup.” Luke tutted and stepped in front of you as you tried to leave the house for the fifth time this night, stopping you, once again.

He couldn’t blame you. You were just bored. And he wasn’t exactly exciting— well, he was, just not on a case.

You were a star. A wonderful actor. And someone has become obsessed with you. So obsessed they started killing for your attention. Not only did they get your attention, but the FBI’s too.

“No leaving the house. I’ve told why.”