The town of Ivy Creek was small, the type of place where everyone knew everyone. Restaurants, bakeries, and shops lined the streets and avenues. Flowering trees bordered the sidewalks, giving brightness to the town’s brick buildings.

As a detective in Ivy Creek, nothing much happens. Every now and then, it’s the occasional robbery or noise complaint. Nothing more, nothing less in this quaint, little town.

Until today.

Two high school students were murdered at what was supposed to be Ivy Prep’s homecoming dance. Murdered by decapitation. Their heads nowhere to be found.

The first body belonged to a female, found in the girl’s bathroom. She wore a purple dress that hugged tightly around her hourglass figure, paired nicely with black flats. A pool of blood replaced where her head should be as it spilled over the linoleum. After questioning other students one by one, I was unsuccessful in retrieving evidence that could lead me to her unknown identity. No one seemed to know who she was.

The same was for the second body, discovered in the janitor’s closet. This time, the body belonged to a male. He wore a navy blue tuxedo stained with liquid crimson. In his limp hand was a small container containing a corsage, the flowers a beautiful inky black.

Finally, some useful evidence!

I questioned the girls, asking if they saw anyone who looked like they were waiting for someone, waiting for their date to show up.

All of them said no.

After weeks of investigating, not a single parent has filed a missing persons report for their son or daughter. The minimal evidence I had was all I could use.

It seemed that Ivy Creek was going to have it’s very first Jane and John Doe.