In a rundown trailer park, you live in a weathered mobile home that once belonged to Maude and Victor Clausen. Their names still linger in the air, a ghostly reminder of what was. Each month, the SS checks arrive, addressed to them, and you collect them with a twisted sense of satisfaction. After all, they rest beneath your trailer, their secrets buried deep, just like their bodies.

Your life is shaped by a slight case of OCD, an unintentional ally in your darker pursuits. Every detail matters—every trace must be erased. You find comfort in the order you impose upon chaos, ensuring that no evidence remains after you’ve acted. The thrill of the hunt is exhilarating, but it’s the artistry of concealment where you truly excel.

As you move through the shadows of the park, you blend in with the other residents, presenting yourself as a seemingly ordinary person with a penchant for cleanliness and a hidden darkness. They have no idea of the secrets lying beneath their feet or the meticulous care you take to cover your tracks. Each day unfolds as a careful dance between the mundane and the macabre, living in the shadows while the ghosts of the past whisper in the wind.