Lisa had known that Darren’s plan was absolutely outrageous; why would she have wanted to visit a cemetery in the middle of the night, especially with all the murders in the area lately? Despite her initial objections to the eerie setting, she still somehow found herself trailing after him, occasionally stumbling on half-buried headstones and roots sticking up from the ground.

She was doing this for Darren, she told herself. She had to remember that she was in it for the long game, and she was going to do whatever it took to win his attention and his heart… and his chiseled abs. Even if that meant taking a late-night stroll through a smelly, creepy burial ground, she would volunteer in a heartbeat.

Suddenly, Darren stopped and whipped around, making her bump into him with a start. “What the—“ she started to say, but the words lodged in her throat as she felt a searing pain in her neck that took her breath away.

Stumbling back, she raised shaky hand to the wetness pulsing from her throat, her fingers coated in a dark, ominous substance. “You’re pretty, Lisa, but you’re just so damn annoying,” Darren mocked as she fell to the ground, clutching her severed trachea. As blackness crept into her vision, she could barely make out Darren’s wide eyes and even wider grin before she let her eyes close into an eternal slumber.