I didn't realize that there was another killer out in the city of Brighton, United Kingdom. At least, that was before I met Helen. See, how we met was a pure accident, I was out dumping my latest victim, Jadyn Reyes, into the Wellesbourne river when I spotted another person doing the same thing I was doing. I looked away for a second and they were gone but I suddenly felt like I was being watched. The next few days I am killing, it feels like I am being watched. For example, I was going to the grocery store a day ago and felt like I was being followed. I HATED IT. I couldn't go anywhere without feeling like I was being followed.
Now, flash forward to a couple of days later, I have just arrived at my second victim's house, Katey Callahaz, when I noticed that the front window was already open. I grabbed my gun and slowly entered the house with my gun in position in case I needed to use it at any point in time, I had just entered the master bedroom when I was tackled and pinned to the ground. I grunted, "What the hell!?" I said as I tried to move but couldn't. "Shh, why were you following me?~ Don't lie to me, I know you were following me~" the person on top of me purred. "I wasn't following you, I swear to the gods above if you don't get the fuck off me right now though." I angrily told the person named Helen that was on top of me. "My name is Helen, I thought you were following me. I had to take measures, which is why I'm sorry about this." Helen said as he stood up before everything went black.
When I woke up, I was tied to a chair in a dimly lit; Basement. That's what it looked like anyway. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I was able to make out two figures in the dark. "Who the hell are you guys!? Why am I tied up and why do I feel wonky?" I said just now realizing how dizzy I am.
