They'd been co-workers for as long as Scott could remember. Scott always thought of Vincent as some creepy, strange, flirty - albeit absolutely gorgeous - guy from his job. Possibly even friends, nothing more than that. They'd occasionally joke around with each other, and Scott would even allow Vincent to flirt with him sometimes. He knew already what Vincent had done - he was a murderer. However, he didn't know just how much damage his friend had been doing to himself, and others around him.