There's just one thing on her mind. Why did they look like her?

There was one thing they were thinking of. When were they going to reach her?

Buzz buzz

The ringing of her phone is what got Y/N to snap out of it. Her eyes were wide and her vision blurry as she daydreamed, not even realizing that she'd been holding her lip gloss on her lips for the past 5 minutes as she stared into her reflection.

"What am I doing," she furrowed her eyebrows and shook her head to herself, dismissing the oddity and picking up her phone. "Hello?" She said with a smile.

"Hey, I'm here whenever you're ready!" Tim's deep voice replied through the phone, "I got my truck parked out front."

"Okay! Give me just one more minute, I won't keep you waiting!" She replied cheerfully, feeling the heat rise to her face and chest as she heard his voice. It was so dreamy!

"No rush, Y/N. I'll see you in a minute."

An intense anxiety and curiosity rested on her muscles. It was rare for Y/N to ever go out, let alone with a man who looked to be about 5 or 6 years older. Gosh, how would Mateo think of this?

But we all gotta live and rebel a little, you know?

"Yep, I will be there in one minute," Y/N said out loud as she replied to her date, a shy smile on her face. Okay, she thought, play it cool. Cute guy asked for her number earlier and now he's taking her out. Perfect.

Y/N grabbed her purse and fluffy coat and quickly walked out of her bedroom. However, she made a sudden halt as she passed the open door to her office- her furrowed eyebrows and pouted lip making her concern in plain sight.

No, she must be getting out there. She wouldn't wanna keep him waiting after all.

But she hadn't had the chance to just see if the girls' faces were really similar to hers. With all the weird things the last 24 hours have brought, it could be enough to settle something deep in her mind.

Oh, he can wait a few more minutes.

Y/N plopped down into the chair, opening the monitors and following the same steps she had done many times to unlock her brother's case files. Her legs shook with anticipation as she waited for the computer screen to load- a commonality in 2010 unfortunately- hoping what she saw was just a dream.

But that led her to think again. When did she fall asleep? There's no way she fell asleep after looking at the photos, but she doesn't remember falling asleep at the desk either.

Finally, the proper screen pulled up. "Here we go," Y/N mumbled quietly to herself as the mouse clicked on the case photos, watching as the many bloody and graphic images flashed onto her screen. Her eyes scanned the entireties of the victim's faces.

Next case's photos, followed by the next, and then by the next. Each victim's bloody face was blue, cold, and stiff; the daughters' faces worse each time. It made her think of the daughter she saw dead yesterday, and how the back of her mind made that connection.

So, if it's confirmed that each girl looked very, very close to Y/N... then when did she fall asleep between the time she looked through it and when she sat back?

A deep sigh escaped her lungs as Y/N stood up, pulling her coat over her arms and hurrying out the door. No more dwelling. What difference does it make, she thought, since it's not like the nightmare was real. She felt annoyed with herself for letting the question bother her so much.

Something about the faceless man in her dreams just seemed to move her in a weird way, I guess.

"Well, took you a bit more than a minute," Tim joked as he smiled at her, leaning against his white truck as she stepped out of the apartment building. He flicked his cigarette ash onto the road before sticking it between his lips.

"Heh, sorry," Y/N shyly said, rushing down the stairs and over to him. She blushed heavily upon seeing the man, like a middle school girl would to her crush.

He was wearing the same red flannel from earlier, and nicer jeans and boots. It also looked like he combed his hair a bit.

"No worries," he blew out smoke as he opened the door for his date, "ladies first." Y/N grinned at him as she got into the car, the door shutting behind her. Moments later, he got into the driver's seat and started the vehicle.

"This is nice, Tim," she shyly complimented, looking out the window and onto her apartment. Out of the reflection of the window, she could see his smile as he looked over at her.

"And you look real nice yourself, Miss L/N," he replied.

The small talk continued as they drove to the restaurant- a nice little Italian place called L'inganno. It wasn't too far away, but definitely a different area than where she usually goes. The two stepped inside, got a table, and thus began the date officially.

"It smells so good in here," Y/N couldn't help but smile widely as she spoke. You know that feeling when something you have been dreaming about for a while happens? Like, for example, getting asked out by a guy with good tastes? Because that was how Y/N felt right now.

"Yeah, I'd never been one for Italian food, but I know the ladies like 'em, hah hah," Tim joked, running his finger down the menu as he read the options. Y/N giggled at his comment, nodding her head.

"You choose right then," she replied as she took a sip of her water. "Say, I noticed your accent and I'm curious: where are you from?"

"Alabama," he replied as he looked up from the menu and into her eyes. "I must not be good at blending in, hmm?"

"Mister, I've lived here all my life and you stick out like a sore thumb," Y/N replied in an exaggerated Southern accent, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms, inciting a playful smile out of her date. "So, that brings me to wonder, what business do you have in these parts?"

"Well, since I apparently talk like this," he replied in an equally exaggerated accent, "I said I had to do sum internet installations out this way, ya hear? Not that fun of stuff. Now, how 'bout you tell me more 'bout your job?"

Y/N giggled playfully as Tim leaned forward, holding his arms on the table. Not his elbows though; a small detail that showed a lot of etiquette. "Well, I'm in school for criminal justice and sometimes work with my brother Mateo; he's a pretty high-ranking detective here, just like our dad was," she replied in her regular voice. Tim nodded his head, taking a sip of his drink.

"You lived here all your life then, huh?" Y/N nodded her head, looking back down at the menu. Seconds later, the waitress came to take their order before walking away with the menus.

"How long are you going to stay?" Y/N asked, scooting forward in her seat and looking up at the man.

"That depends. I could go back once my work here is finished, but recently I met a pretty lady in town. She might make me stay for a lil while longer," he replied with a wink. Y/N felt her face flush as she looked away, a smile creeping on.

"She must be really nice then," Y/N said, fumbling with her fingers, "I wonder what she could do to keep you here longer." Oh, Mateo would be so unhappy if he witnessed this.

"There's a couple of things," Tim said thoughtfully as he tapped his chin. "I could never force anything though. Maybe all we could do is enjoy dinner, talk for a bit, maybe hang out for a bit afterward too."

Her heart sped up as he spoke. It's funny how when a girl feels herself falling for a guy, she loses her appetite at times. Her stomach felt warm and her legs numb.

And finishing dinner couldn't have come soon enough for her.

They stood at the front counter for a minute as Tim paid; Y/N swaying her legs back and forth with anticipation. When they finally walked back over to the truck, it was a matter of a second before she was wrapping her arms around his neck as he held her waist. Y/N had never kissed a man like this before but she could tell he was experienced. Not very surprising for a man that attractive.

"Wanna go back to my place?" He whispered raspily, his voice inciting feelings within her. As much as she didn't want to stop touching him, she knew it would be way better somewhere else than the outdoor cold on the side of a truck.

As the two got into the truck, Y/N pressed her legs together and fumbled with her fingers. "You just can't wait," Tim pointed out with a cocky grin. His face was flushed as well.

Y/N giggled, nodding her head shyly. "You're gonna teach me a lot tonight, Tim," she said.

"Oh yeah?" He replied as he turned out of the parking lot and onto the road, "Good thing you're in good hands."

The flirty remarks continued back and forth as he drove down the highway, turning into a backroad and continuing down. It wasn't too far away from the restaurant, but she couldn't tell if it was closer or further away from her apartment. It's not like she was paying attention though; until Tim suddenly cussed under his breath abruptly and pulled over to the side of the road.

"What's wrong?" she asked as she furrowed her eyebrows. Tim sighed with an annoyed expression.

"I just gotta check somethin' real quick. I'm sorry but I'll be fast, I promise." He leaned over in her direction and gave her a quick kiss before stepping out of the vehicle, leaving the door wide open. The cold winter night air seeped in, letting out some of the warm air from the heater. She listened as he stepped towards the bucket of the truck.

It was that moment she took in her surroundings. It was dark and thick with woods all around. No streetlights or a single passing car- a perfect scene for a horror movie.

A few minutes passed without a single sound or word from Tim, making her grow a little uneasy. Y/N shivered as she opened her door and stuck her head out, calling out, "Hey Tim, is everything okay?"

No reply. Y/N hummed to herself as anxiety crept up her body. Okay, that's a little weird.

"Tim?" she called out again as she stepped out of the truck, closing the door behind her. She made a face of worry as she slowly walked towards the back of the truck, looking around and seeing that he had just disappeared. "Hey, if this is some kind of joke, it's not funny..."

Nothing; no reply. Y/N huffed, furrowing her eyebrows in annoyance. She swiftly spun around, gasping loudly as she came face to face with a large hooded man who was barely illuminated by the moon. His face was dark; maybe there was a mask concealing it from the moon's light. His orange hoodie shun, however.

"What the fuck!" Y/N screamed as she jumped back, spinning her heel and breaking it for the opposite direction. That moment she felt her fucking heart skip a beat; a sentence she never once related to literally until this very moment. As well as the moment another man jumped out of the woods, forcing Y/N to a halt as she looked upon him with wide eyes.

He wore a feminine white mask that glowed in the moonlight, as well a yellowish jacket. The two men were much taller and larger than her; in fact, one of them was exactly as tall and large as Tim.

"T-Tim?" Y/N whimpered out as she felt tears sting her eyes. The man came stepping closer, before the man behind her quickly wrapped his arms around her and held her to his chest. Her survival instinct kicked in with her limbs flailing all around, trying to escape. The hooded man reached his hand up to her mouth to muffle her louds screams as he effortlessly held her smaller form.

Meanwhile, she watched as the masked man pulled out rope and effortlessly held her arms and bonded them together, unreactive to her kicks. He then grabbed her legs and tied them together. Once he finished, he walked over to the truck door and grabbed a rag and a bottle, pouring its liquid into it. Fuck, Y/N already knew what it was.

The hooded man released his hand from her mouth as the other pressed the rag against her nose and mouth. She whimpered out cries as the tears flooded down her frozen face. She tried not to breathe but she couldn't relax enough for it to be easy- her body needed the air and took in the smell of the chloroform as well as whatever other drug it was laced with to make the effects kick in fast. Her vision began to turn blurry as she looked all around, trying to avoid the face of the fucker.

Her eyes were met with a dark figure in the woods. It was familiar- its face white and blank yet looking back at her. Thank God she got knocked out before she could stare at it for too long.