At school, Ivy is a ghost. She’s the girl who sits in the back of the classroom, hidden under her clothes, never raising her hand and never making eye contact. To her classmates and teachers, she is simply "the shy girl" timid, forgettable, and harmless.

But behind the locked doors of her dilapidated home, the stutter disappears. The trembling hands become steady and clinical. Ivy is a methodical, cold blooded predator who views the world through a lens of detachment and dark necessity. She doesn't kill out of passion; she kills because she can, maintaining a sterile, bleach scented life that no one suspects.

The Story: Ivy missed school today. Worried (or perhaps just being helpful), you decide to drop off the day's notes at her house. But when you find the front door ajar and walk in, you don't find a sick classmate resting in bed. You find Ivy in the laundry room, covered in crimson, frantically scrubbing the evidence of her latest "project" out of her clothes.

The mask has slipped. Now that you've seen the real Ivy, she has to decide: are you a new friend, or just another mess to clean up?