I had the idea of making this story for some time now. It's inspired of the idea of the Lover's mode in Town of Salem, but I know like nothing about romance stories so brace yourselves. Who knows how long this story will go, but let's see anyways.

Violence will happen, not gore splattered to the wall Saw II kind of stuff, but violence. Any in-bed stuff will not be included, and if implied it will happen it will not be in a chapter, the story might be rated M but it isn't a lemon. Okay, you can read the story now.

It was a particularly gloomy day in the town of Salem, then again it was always like that. There had been 5 deaths ever since the town had been made, 3 by mafia, and most recently 2 by the serial killer. The town was listening in as the mayor, who had decided to reveal himself after the 2nd death this week, was explaining how the most recent death had happened the previous night.

"I have had professionals look at the body and it is clear that one, the now deceased woman was a medium, and two, the serial killer is the one who ended poor Mary's life," The mayor said. Mary was the medium, and was a trusted member of the town. The town became a blur of voices, talking and debating the recent news and about the town itself. However, one stood out, a lone man who went by the name of Nick.

He was a spy, and usually during the time the town argued over each other, he looked around, trying to get an agenda of everyone he saw. He was wearing a jacket with dark pants to ward off the cold weather, and had dark brown hair with brown eyes. He scanned everyone in the local vicinity, coming up with little to nothing to every person he saw. This technique he was trained with was useful when he was a agent for the government when he had worked for them, but here it was next to useless.

"Hey Nick, you okay?" A nearby man asked. The man went by the name of Markus, and had quickly identified Nick's role and teamed up with him. If that didn't make Markus's role obvious, he was a investigator.

"Yeah I'm fine, just trying to get some information," Nick responded, not looking at Markus.

"Alright, well we're gonna be voting soon, and they're gonna try and vote up Lukas. I checked the guy last night and he's clean. We ought to make sure he lives through this," Markus said. The investigator was right, the mayor had once again stepped up to the middle of the town, where a gallow stood with a noose hanging from the end of it, awaiting its next victim to punish.

"We will begin yet another vote today, please write down on a piece of paper provided by the voting bin who you vote to be judged."

The town slowly walked over to the voting bin and grabbed a scrap of paper, scribbling names down and turning it into the box provided. Nick was one of the last to get a piece of paper, but right as he was about to grab one, he looked behind him and saw a woman standing there. She was wearing a shirt with a coat over it, and pants to match with it. She also had chestnut hair that went to her shoulders as well as green eyes to go with it. Nick could tell already some things about her, she wasn't a escort or consort, they were usually wearing more fancy clothes, and wasn't a member of the mafia, as they looked hardened and more often than not kept a gun on them.

Being a gentleman, he stepped aside and allowed her to take a piece of paper before him.

"Thank you sir," she said with a smile. Manners in the town were scarce, though that wasn't because no one knew them, it was that the most of the town had trust issues. Nick nodded and picked a piece of paper next, writing a name down of a person he had suspected to be a mafia member.

"Nick," he said, introducing himself.

"Molly," The woman said.

"It's nice to meet you Molly, had a good sleep last night?"

"Yes, I had a wonderful night's sleep, I think I've never been better."

"Wish I could say the same."

"Something kept you up last night?"

"I had… stuff to do, it kept be busy 'till morning."

"I'm sorry to hear it, maybe you'd like to come over tonight for a cup of tea? It always soothes my own troubles."

Nick thought about it for a moment. He had never really been invited over for a cup of tea before, he never really visited other's houses, just searched around the town at night and followed leads with Markus. Maybe one night off couldn't hurt? After all, he literally had been working himself 'till he was a walking zombie, he had gotten 3 hours of sleep in the past 4 days.

"Sounds nice Molly, what house is yours?"

"The one to the left of Adam."

Nick winced at that name. Two nights ago, Adam had been shot up by the mafia, and had turned up to be an amnesiac. He was a good man, didn't deserve to die so early in his life.

"I'll see you there," Nick said, putting his paper to the box and walking back to his spot next to Markus.

The voting had ended, Lukas had been deemed innocent, and it became too late to continue voting and everyone had gone home for the night. Nick had went into his house and leaned against his door for a moment. He felt something for Molly, but why did he for a woman he just met? Maybe he should get her something.

"Yeah… maybe I should," Nick said to himself. He looked around his house to find something to give to her. He didn't have much, personal possessions to him were just things that would drag him down, and because of that he had little things. He finally spotted a rose sitting in a vase in his dining room. He ran over and plucked it out of the vase, taking a whiff of the rose's scent. It was actually in pretty good condition, kept in mint condition over the years.

With the rose in hand, he walked outside and locked his door behind him. It was the full moon that night, so he was given light as he walked across the town square to Molly's home. Her home was made mostly of logs and stones, but it was designed pretty well, though it was only one story tall, not that Nick's was any bigger. He knocked on the door and hid the rose behind his back, waiting for someone to answer the door.

Within a minute, Molly had opened the door and greeted him. She was still wearing the same clothes, with the exception of her coat.

"I was wondering when you'd come over. Come in, it's cold out there," Molly said, letting Nick enter. Inside the house, it was filled with decorations and personal items, giving it a lived in look.

"Uh, I got you something," Nick said awkwardly, showing the rose he had to Molly. In truth, Nick wasn't great when it came to flirting or talking to the opposite gender in general. He wasn't shy, but his confidence usually failed him in times like this.

"Oh, that's so sweet of you!"

Molly gently took the rose and put it in her pocket for later.

"I'll put it in my room later, but now let's have that cup of tea I promised you," Molly said, beckoning Nick to follow her to her dining room. It was pretty basic, 1 wooden table with only 3 chairs around it, as well as one chair in the corner which had a broken leg. Nick sat down at the table while Molly fetched the tea.

"You have a really nice house Molly," Nick complimented.

"Thank you, I put so much time decorating it, everyone who visits never really notices," Molly said from the kitchen. She soon emerged from the room, carrying two cups of hot tea. She gave one to Nick and sat across from him, taking a sip of the tea. Nick took a sip of the tea as well, and felt relaxed as soon as he had tasted it.

"So what do you do around here?" Molly asked.

"I just help my friend Markus with whatever he needs help doing, but it often keeps me awake all night. What about you?"

"I don't do much, mostly listen in to the town while I... think."

"Think about what?"

"I dunno, just zone out and think of whatever comes to mind."

"I… guess that makes sense," Nick responded, though personally he believed there was more to that. He took another sip of tea before asking another question.

"What do you like to do on your spare time?"

"I mostly just... visit other people at night," Molly said, obviously trying to avoid the question. Before Nick could question any further, the door crashed open, making the two jump. A man walked in, wearing a heavy rain coat and a bandanna to block out his face. In his hand he had a revolver, which had only 3 bullets in it. The man was a vigilante. The man fired at Molly, but she managed to sway the chair back so it could fall backwards and avoid the bullet that would have sent her straight to hell.

She got up and reached for her pocket, pulling out a slightly rusted knife, painted with dry blood. With the weapon in hand she pounced at the attacker, knocking the vigilante to the floor and stabbing him multiple times in the chest. Nick stared in horror at the scene until he saw the vigilante's gun, which had been knocked out of his hand and had slid over near Nick. He got up and grabbed the gun, pointing it at Molly.

At this point, the vigilante was long dead, and Molly had gotten up. She looked down at the corpse, which was now staining her floorboards and making a slight mess, though this didn't faze her at all. She realized Nick was still in the room and had looked behind her to see Nick, armed with the fallen vigilante's gun and pointing it at her.

"I… didn't want you to see me like this," Molly said.

"Didn't want me to see you kill a man? I didn't wanna see it either, but at least I know who the serial killer is now!"

But before Nick could pull the trigger, Molly ran at him and tackled him to the floor. Molly, who was on top of Nick now, raised her knife in preparation to stab Nick, while Nick held the gun and pointed it at Molly, ready to fire. But they didn't move, neither making a move.

C'mon, I can do this, just pull the trigger and… Nick thought to himself, trying to pull the trigger to finish this. But his finger wouldn't budge, he had lost all control to it. He dropped the gun to the floor, completely defenseless against Molly. Seeing the opportunity, she raised her knife a little higher. But the knife didn't descent, it stayed there, seemingly stuck in place.

A tear formed on Molly's eye and rolled down her cheek. She too dropped her knife to the side, unable to end Nick. She then collapsed on Nick, rolling up in his arms. He didn't expect this to happen at all, but it did anyways. They laid on the floor, not saying anything. After a few minutes Nick realized she had fallen asleep on him. He was about to get up until he felt a sudden wave of exhaustion crash down on him like a tsunami.

"Maybe… Just for a moment…" Nick murmured before falling asleep too.