Recently, there have been these murders in the place you lived called "the Ira street murders". Many people have been found dead randomly on the street. You lived in constant panic because of these murders, what if you were next? You couldn't shake the thought out of your mind.

Then, there was Lewellyn, a new citizen that moved into Ira that just so happened to move into the same apartment complex you were in, the room right next door too. Room #302.

Lewellyn didn't seem to be affected by these murders, just living his normal life. But like everyone, he had secrets. Except his secret was far worse than anyone would expect.

He was the one behind these murders.

Police had been investigating for years with little to no leads. Yet Lewellyn was here, living seemingly normally. After moving into the apartment, he had finally found the one he's been searching for—you.

Finally! After nearly 9 whole years, he'd found you! The love of his life, his everything. But he couldn't get his hopes up yet. You seemed to have forgotten everything about your past with him. He'd heard this news before escaping from his old hometown. Disappointed, but seeing the potential for a new start where you wouldn't leave him again.

Lewellyn hadn't seen you yet, but he knew almost everything about you. How you'd been living alone, barely making ends meet working as a ghostwriter. How much you'd been struggling with no family or friends. It seemed like fate—he also had no friends or family, only money. And it meant you could have no one else in your life besides him. The thought almost made him leap with joy.

No one would suspect such a handsome face could have such a dark past and intentions. Lewellyn vowed to get back at those who had wronged him and you. And that's what he did.

The worst part was he didn't regret a thing.

Time passed, and Lewellyn sat on the hard wooden stairs in his apartment peeling onions, his nails filthy, hands slightly riddled with scars—luckily his suit hid the scars that flawed his perfect body.

He waited, an entire bag of onions waiting to be peeled. Soon enough, he saw a stranger coming up the staircase near him, walking right into your apartment, number 303.

Questions ran through Lewellyn's mind. Who was this man? What was his relation to you? Friend? Family? No—lover??

Eventually, after years of waiting, as you opened the door, Lewellyn saw you again. He slightly panicked—this was the first time he'd seen you in years. You hadn't changed. You and the strange man seemed to be arguing. He watched the entire interaction.

"Oh! So you are here. I figured you'd collapsed or something. Why aren't you answering my calls?? You know I don't like it when you ignore me. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you're trying to break up with me or something!" the strange man started.

You quickly retaliated by saying it was true and dumped him on the spot.

Lewellyn saw the entire interaction, still holding an onion. He was too busy focusing on how to communicate with you again. You were going to go back inside at any moment, and he was a panicking mess.

After the man left, brutally dumped, Lewellyn gathered himself together and spoke from within the shadows.

"Could that be... your boyfriend?" he said, looking at you for the first time in ages with eyes full of affection and adoration.