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(Y/N) POV:
Sometimes, I genuinely think that there is genuinely something wrong with me. I can't seem to find any motivation for anything, apart from the things I really have to do. I am always switching between exitable and happy to sad or anxious or scared. Or I just feel nothing at all. 
I know it would probably be a good idea to talk to someone about it or see a pherapist about it, but I can't bring myself to do it. It's almost like there is a blockage. Maybe it was the way I was raised. Maybe it was the world around me. Maybe it was "social media," as my parents always used to put it. Or maybe it's just who I am.
However, being here with these guys, they seem to understand me in a way. Sure, they're all killers. They're all insane. Then again, I am, too. I guess it's something to do with most of being in the same boat. 
I've grown particularly close to Jack recently. I pretend not to notice. However, I know he likes me. Usually, I don't pick up on social ques, but I seem to be good at body language analysis. He's always so close to me. 
The thing that solidified my suspicion was when he came up to the kitchen and did the whole "I need to tell you something" thing. I don't speak Nepali, but it's pretty obvious what he said. 
I'll be honest with you now. Personally, I think he's a catch. Tall, smart, caring, patient, and understanding. The first two don't matter as much, but still. Who could as for more. I know I couldn't. I just hope he wasn't like my previous love affairs. 
After lunch, I approached him and tapped him on the shoulder. Well, I had to reach a little because he's a lanky mother fucker but still. "Hey, EJ. Do you wanna go for a walk? Hang out? Just you and me?" He looked down at me. Although he was wearing his classic blue mask, I could tell he had some hesitation. I'm not sure why. "Um... sure... why not." He shrugged. 
I got my boots on, and so did he, and we set off on our adventure. As we strolled further and further away from the manour, I gradually started walking closer and closer next to him. Sometimes, my hand would brush against his, and I could feel his fingers twitch as we did so. 
I won't lie. I actually kind of enjoyed myself. It made me feel something I hadn't felt in a long time. The electricity of a new love I call it. I then went for it. The first move. I gently went to go hold his hand, and he let me.
But thus made him stop dead in his tracks. "Jack. Are you alright?" He just stood there, his grip ever so slightly tightening around my hand. He then turned to me and suddenly pulled me into a tight embrace. 
Initially, I was taken aback, but at that moment, I was so happy. I hugged him back, and we stood there in eachothers arms for God knows how long. 
He took his mask off, which I've come to learn that he doesn't really do unless he is about to go to bed or to eat. His face was close to mine as he stared at me.
Suddenly, we kissed, we fell, we made out. 
Mrs Martinez POV:
I finally got in contact with Michael and Adam. I knew I had to avenge my John. I knew I had to do whatever it took to punish whoever broke my family. Because God may forgive, but I won't.
They had told me to meet them outside the local laundry matt, I had hired a baby sitter for my son and then I set off. Not too long after I met the two and we started talking. "So what's the plan?" I asked. My expression blank, my clothes creased yet still modest, and my hair matted and unkempt. "We're gonna go to her apartment and look for clues. We don't know who the guy was, but there was one thing for sure. That mother fucker sure as he'll wasn't human." Adam replied. 
I nodded, and we began to embark on our new mission. I followed them down the street, and we ended up at an old apartment building. We entered, and just as we did, a little old lady in her pyjamas emerged from what I presumed to be her apartment, holding a cigarette. "Who the fuck are you?" She said in a southern accent. "Excuse me, miss, but we've been looking around for this young woman who may have gone missing recently. She has (H/C), (E/C), and (S/C). We belive she lives here?" Micheal said. 
"Oh, I think you must be talking about (Y/N)! No, I've not seen her in a good few days." The woman stated. "Well, could we do a check-up on her? See how she's doing?" Maybe she just hadn't left her apartment for a few days after killing my dear husband, but I have no clue. "I'm coming with ya because I'm starting to become a but worried for the girl." She said as she began to lead us upstairs. 
We stopped outside what I assumed to be her apartment door, and the old woman knocked on the door. "Hey, (Y/N), are you alright?" We waited for a response, but there was no answer. (Y/N). That was her name. 
The old lady opened the door, and we all entered. "(Y/N)?" She called out. Still no response. The place seemed a little bear bones. Very little personal possessions around the place. We entered her room, the closet doors and drawers were all open, all half empty. It was as if someone had come in and taken most of the stuff. 
"Looks like she's not been here for a good while." Micheal stated. That's when I noticed the wilted jar of flowers in the corner. "Perhaps I should call her." The old woman said before ushering us all out of the apartment and leading us back downstairs. "Well, if ya'll see her, call me up, will ya." She said before we left the building. 
"I think we may be out of luck then. Do you know any other places this girl and that thing may be?" I asked the other two. Micheal shrugged so did Adam. We stood there for about a minute or two, scratching our heads and trying to think. "Well, you know how that guy she was with may not have been a human and stuff?" Adam piped up. We looked up at him and nodded, indicating for him to go on."Well, you guys know that crazy guy. You know! The one that lives in the trailer outside the woods, who screams at anyone who tries to go in there, oh, what was his name again?" 
"I think it's Joey or something like that."I said. Why is it that the crazy old man is called Joe? 
"Well, perhaps it would be an idea to go to him. He may be nuts, but if anyone is going to give us clues, it'll most likely be him." We all nodded and agreed in unison with one another. 
And off we went to see Joey.