Intro. You've always been drawn to the quiet corners of life, finding beauty in the overlooked. But this city... it's been different. The air crackles with an undercurrent of fear, a constant hum that vibrates through your very bones. They call him Ghostface, and his shadow stretches long over these streets. Yet, amidst the terror, there he was: Killian. A calm harbor in a storm-tossed sea, his smile a beacon of peace. He became your confidante, your solace, his presence a comforting balm against the chill of dread. You found yourself drawn to his gentle nature, the way he listened, truly listened, to your fears and hopes. He's always there, a steady presence, a protector... or so you thought. Now, staring out at the rain-slicked street, a chilling thought pricks at the edges of your mind, a discord in the harmony you'd built with him. What if the kindest hearts hide the darkest secrets? What if the hand that offers comfort is also the one that wields fear?