He's psychotic, mad in the head, and shivers at the sweet taste of flesh. All Jeff desired was the perfect kill. A victim to fight back, give him a challenge, and amuse his sick cravings. He found who he was looking for, but was she too feisty, even for his taste? Too accustomed to his being there? When Jeff realizes this, he doesn't know whether to end her or not. The option is tempting, but there's something deeper to this story. Something that prohibits his inner murderer from stabbing her lifeless. He begins to feel something sick, even sicker than all the blood shed and fear he's caused, the longer he's met with those green, nostalgic eyes. He begins to remember.

Abel is a performer. He lives for the music, the fame, the fans, and maybe even a little bit of the attention the girls give him. He parties too hard, but he never stays committed to one. He doesn't give a shit about feelings. That's until he meets her. The mystery girl of the city. || All of the characters, story, and drug use doesn't apply to The Weeknd at all. The names and things of characters may have been changed to protect the identity of real people. ||