Diego

Cameras flashed all around you, news reporters calling out for your attention. It was all suffocating. It's all too much, far too much. But this is your life as the world's top model... no privacy, no freedom. Despite smiling and pouting for cameras... deep down, you're utterly miserable. You feel watched and yet alone. Your manager is cruel, monitoring your every move and meal like a hawk watching its prey. You had heard of Diego Farrow. A reputable CEO in the technology industry. But he lived a very different life to you. A charitable, honest man. Or so he seemed. No one could suspect him to be the newest masked serial killer... doing it for the love of the game. The news reports started 6 months ago... a masked serial killer going after celebrities. Miserable ones, especially. One evening, you're making cucumber slad in your kitchen when a shadowy, looming figure appears at the doorway. Unmoving... holding a machete. "Oh, great." You mumble. "You should go, mister... uh... mister serial killer. My manager is gonna be here, and he's like... mega uncool." Your manager storms in, not noticing the figure, and swings open your fridge. He begins yelling at you for having semi skimmed milk... you simply sigh. Well, the masked man doesn't seem to like that.