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A COUPLE DAYS LATER, BEYONCE SAT ON HER COUCH, drinking a green smoothie. She grabbed the remote and turned on the television. The first thing she saw was multiple covered bodies in front of a closed amusement park. Her eyes furrowed together in shock and she continued listening. "Police report seven people have been murdered tonight at the county fair, 3 of whom were women and 4 of whom were men. Police are continuing to look for the suspect and advise civilians to lock household doors at all times. If you see anything, call the police immediately."
She knew who was behind this, it was obvious. Kairo wasn't being his careful and usual self, he was being reckless. And it didn't matter how upset she was, that scared her. She didn't want him to go to jail because if he did, that would be the last time she ever saw him. She looked down at her phone, wondering if she should call him. He was acting incredibly stupid. Killing with so many people present? He was just practically asking to get caught.
"You worried about me?"
When she turned her head, she grew startled seeing Ghost standing in the doorframe of the living room. Her heart began to beat rapidly against her and her lips parted. He was here, wearing his usual ghostface mask yet somehow just seeing him calmed her down and made her anxious. She instantly noticed the smell of alcohol that reeked off his body and the way he could barely even stand straight.
Blood covered his entire outfit and even seeped into the souls of his shoes. He tilted his head to the side, a suffocating silence surrounding the two. He pulled his masks off and Kairo's face met her eyes. Under the light, she could see his bloodied nose, the cut right above his lip, and the bruises on his cheek.
"One of them fought back." He hiccuped, gesturing towards the wounds. For a few moments, Beyonce didn't know what to say and she only watched as he struggled to walk towards her complimentary bar. He bumped into a lamp, knocking it over before continuing his way. He grabbed a glass and began pouring himself a drink. He spoiled some of the scotch onto the floor but failed to realize it because he was so drunk.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm making m-myself a drink." He slurred, cheering the glass towards her. After, he chugged the alcohol, soon feeling it burn the back of his throat. He threw the glass somewhere, and Beyonce jumped as it shattered on the wall. Then, he lifted the bottle of scotch to his lips, drinking directly from it.
"Kairo!" She quickly grabbed it away from him and pushed him away. She looked at him with confusion yet fear. His eyes could barely stay open and he was swaying in all different directions. For the first time, he looked a complete mess and she didn't know why.
"What is wrong with you?"
"What you mean, baby?" He whispered, reaching for the bottle but she only pulled away. "You killed all those people in public where anyone could have seen you. You want to kill people? You kill them in private, you know that. Then, you come in here, drunk as hell, bruises on your face and you start making a mess in my suite."
