After a few weeks, I had recovered from the injuries I sustained during the fight with Oliver. When I woke up in my hospital room, I saw Irene sitting by my side. She expressed her gratitude for saving her life and we both realized the bond that had formed between us during the whole ordeal.

The rest of the police officers and our loved ones were overjoyed to see us together and safe. At that moment, I mustered the courage to confess my feelings for Irene. She accepted them with a smile and we locked eyes, knowing that we had been brought closer by the events that had unfolded.

But our moment of happiness was once again interrupted by flash news on the TV. This time, it was the announcement of another male dead body being found in the forest, but this one was different - it was Oliver's. The news was followed by a statement from the police, declaring that they had finally caught the psychopathic killer, William, who had been terrorizing our city.

It all made sense now. William had been innocent all along, but he had been framed by Oliver for his own sick and twisted entertainment. It was a lesson learned that sometimes, the real monsters are those who hide in plain sight.

From that day on, Irene and I were inseparable. As for Oliver, his memory would always haunt us, but we were grateful that he was no longer a threat. For us, it was a victory against evil and we were proud to have played a part in bringing justice to the victims.