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BASICS

full name: enzo huang

nickname: enz

date of birth: january 18, 1985 

gender: cis man

pronouns: he/him

occupation: drug dealer & mechanic

birthplace: new york, new york (the bronx specifically) 

sexuality: heterosexual 

height: 6′3″

BACKGROUND

enzo huang had a really good childhood. for about 5-12 years (depending on how old his younger sister will be, which will be a wc sent to the main!!), he was the sole child of christine & tai huang. he was extremely spoiled because whatever he wanted, he got

he was a happy and social kid, always surrounded by friends, always eager to play but also pretty attentive to his surroundings because that’s how he was raised. he was born and raised in the bronx so he’s definitely got his guard up from a young age, and he’s learned to be friendly to a lot of people but not trust many

he liked running a lot, and by the time he was in middle school, he was part of the track team, with a promising future in marathon and shot put

at the age of 15 though, his entire life changed when his parents left to go to the bank and never came back. it was a bank robbery that unfortunately had casualties, both his parents included. it made national news because the people suspected to have been involved had been on fbi’s most wanted list for years 

enzo’s entire life changed that day. because he and his sister were still underage, they were shipped off to their closest living relative, catherine graves, a woman who lived in salem but moved to nightrest when she was given the opportunity to become a news anchor 

enzo was definitely NOT impressed when he came to nightrest. it was a shitty town in the middle of nowhere. the only thing he liked was when it was summer time, and tourists flocked towards the beaches. 

as someone who was so used to the hustle and bustle of new york city, the sleepiness and quaintness of the town was foreign to him

catherine was nice to him and his sister, but she was married to her job and her job alone. always chasing after the next story. always wanting to be the first on the scene. she cared for them, but wasn’t exactly caring, wasn’t particularly present

this gave enzo the opportunity to do whatever he wanted tbh

started hanging out with the “bad crowd” because he had so much anger in him that he needed an outlet. sex, drugs, alcohol, you name it 

didn’t go to college, but immediately started working so he could save up because he wanted to travel and eventually, he was able to. 

when his sister was old enough to be left alone, he made his way back to new york for a few years because he couldn’t shake the feeling that that was his true home. 

also spent some time traveling to other cities but he always came back to nightrest, mostly to see how his sister was doing

eventually came to stay when someone he spent his last few years of high school with offered him a job as security at first for a night club in salem, which turned into him being roped into the business, eventually becoming a drug dealer for nightrest, for a gang situated in salem proper 

he’s moved up the ranks since then, but still deals drugs, mostly to the douchey people in the yacht club. it was laughable how easily he could ruin the reputations of these clean cut men with their perfect, little house wives if he chose to but he knew when to keep his mouth shut

to keep curious eyes away, he also got a job as a mechanic because he had always been pretty good with his hands 

he was settling into the life in nightrest (even though he still spent most of his weekends at salem) when his aunt decided to date this guy that enzo immediately disliked. there was just something absolutely off about this guy and it was like his aunt chose not to see it 

he figured it was just a mid-life crisis on his aunt’s part, but three years ago, he took a life for the first and only time solely because of self-defense

enzo came to sunday dinner to see his aunt with a gun to her head, after a particularly nasty fight with her boyfriend

one thing led to another, enzo got a hold of the gun and his aunt’s boyfriend died 

it was self-defense but given the fact that he already had a record by then, the court denied that it was justifiable homicide and sentenced him to five years

he got out after two and a half years because of good behavior 

he’s been out officially for about seven months now and is still rebuilding his life. got his job at mike’s auto service back and still went back to the gang that he was with

still deals drugs and is just a lot meaner now

PERSONALITY TRAITS

+ spirited, protective, resourceful

- volatile, resentful, disinterested

FUN FACTS

very much a coffee person. hates tea with so much passion

has very restless hands

usually seen smoking tbh (cigs & spliffs, he smokes them all) 

will literally kill for his younger sister and didn’t think he had it in him to kill for his aunt, but he did it anyway

in another life, he could have been a track star or a rockstar like music is very important to him and he likes to play his guitar (but none of that acoustic stuff thank you) 

definitely got some anger issues tbh 

is a dickhead i’m sorry in advance 

really doesn’t like it when people try to get in his business 

hates rich people unless he can play them like a fiddle for their money

doesn’t really care if you’re in a relationship or even if you’re married. if you’re down, so is he

hard pass on having kids like that life is not for him tbh 

goes running a lot

WANTED PLOTS

his younger sister (to be sent to the main!)

ride or die

more friends because he needs them

exes that ended on bad terms 

exes that ended on good terms

that one ex he was seeing before he got locked up 

people he met while he was traveling

new york buddies (possibly childhood friends?) 

ex-friends

good influence

flirtationship

family friends

opposites attract kind of friendship/relationship maybe!!

someone he’s actively a bad influence on (who actually likes that)

enemies

clients (both as a drug dealer and as a mechanic)

friends who won’t hesitate to call him out on his shit 

a forced blind date that ended in disaster

As he was escorted to the police station, his hands behind him in handcuffs, he couldn’t help but smile as he was in the back of the police car.

Kennedy was dead. Peter was dead.

There was nobody else that can corroborate anything that he had to say, and even if the police said they found the mask with his DNA on it, that didn’t really mean anything. He knew from experience that that wouldn’t hold up in court, especially since it’s not the murder weapon nor were any witnesses alive to say otherwise.

As he sat there in the interrogation room, there was a sense of giddiness within him because even though his wrists were in handcuffs, he was still free. Free to say anything, especially now when Kennedy’s letters to her father had outed herself as the killer, leaving him completely scot-free from all of the blame.

How did you know Kennedy O’Neill?

“We’re friends. Who also hook up from time to time. She’d always been really sweet so I literally can’t believe she was actually one of the killers,” Enzo said, letting out a deep breath as he shook his head.

What’s the purpose of the mask?

“It’s nothing. Just something I saw at a store and thought looked sick, so I bought it,” he replied with another shrug, eyes narrowing slightly as he watched the two detectives share a look. What the hell was that?

One of the injured in tonight’s event claimed that someone in a mask was responsible for hurting her.

Enzo tried his best to keep his emotions neutral, not showing anything on his face as he tried to go over who he had hurt tonight. Most of them resulted in deaths, but he started to feel a sinking feeling as he realized that rich bitch he hurt might not have died. He racked his brain to remember if he’d seen her die, but with everybody rushing around, he wasn’t completely sure. Fuck, fuck, fuck. “Was there a question there?” Enzo asked, eyebrows raised. The perfect image of nonchalance. He’ll figure it out later. He will.

We’re just going to go through the victims one by one now. Standard protocol. Did you know a Jacob Oh?

A distraction tactic. Moving on to another topic to see if he knew anything, and he had to hide his smile this time. While Kennedy had been the one responsible for that, it was still a fond memory because he did not like that math teacher at all. He had just killed Harlow that night of the snowstorm and was walking home when he found a panicked Kennedy near a crashed car. He told himself he’d mind his business, mostly to make sure she’d mind hers and not ask him what he was doing out in the storm by himself, but he couldn’t help it. She looked like such a wounded, little bird, but he could feel that determination inside of her. That darkness that he hadn’t been able to find anywhere else. He wanted her even more then, and so he helped her out. Made sure she knew she could trust him and she did. She trusted him with everything. “My nephew has him for a teacher,” Enzo replied.

What about Vivian Hayes?

“She came into Mike’s one time. Her car was a wreck, I remember that, but we never really talked,” he answered, though his mind was on a different time too. That night when he was in Kennedy’s ear, encouraging her to hurt her supposed best friend. The look in Kennedy’s eyes that night was so... sexy. Watching Vivi try to crawl away that night made him so happy, made it all so... fulfilling. His hands had been resting on Kennedy’s hips, watching with glee as she plunged the knife into Vivi’s abdomen, encouraging her to do it again because she deserved it. How he rushed to bring the blonde back to his apartment to show her just how proud he actually was of her.

What about that newcomer, Harlow Sotheby?

Ah, Enzo remembered that blonde. She came into Nightrest thinking she owned the damn place and when Enzo was at the yacht club to drop off a package, she was there, already aware of his reputation as a drug dealer. He gave her what she wanted, only for her to throw her money in his face, laughing as she walked away with her snooty friends. God, I hate them. I fucking hate all of them. These rich bitches who never had to work a day in their lives who think everybody else is beneath them. Even with all that anger, though, Enzo took his time. Made sure he knew her routine and plans well enough to know that she’d be alone during that snowstorm. That’s when he’d killed her, and dumped her body right outside his place of work because he truly couldn’t care less about her. The snow did the job for him and every time he walked by the spot he dumped her to go to work, Enzo couldn’t help but smile. It was a reminder that rich people who treated people like shit deserved what they got. “I’ve never talked to her,” Enzo replied with a shrug.

Amoni Brown?

For the first time that day, Enzo allowed himself a frown. The fires were something the three of them thought of. A little chaos. Peter starting a fire at a residential home in Stoughton Estates. Kennedy starting a fire at The Stowaway. Him feeling a little chaotic and starting a fire at Mama’s, even though his best friend was working there. He hadn’t expected people to not get out. He hadn’t expected Amoni to be there. It was just a fire, people were supposed to get out. No one was supposed to get hurt, but if there was, Enzo would have wished it hadn’t been Amoni. He had actually liked her, liked talking with her. She was a sweet soul who made the best cheeseburgers and who never really judged him. It was a shame that that was how her life had to end. “We were friends,” Enzo said, his voice low, letting them see for the first time his true emotions, because there is a bit of regret there. She hadn’t been planned, for sure. “She... she didn’t deserve that. Any of that,” he muttered, before sighing deeply.

Where were you during the March Madness game? Were you at Rhee’s?

“Yeah. Yeah, I was. I was mostly there for the drinks and the wings, not so much the game,” Enzo said. He remembered that night so well. How it was just supposed to be him and Kennedy, but Peter made a surprise visit as well. How he had sent a text to Sita so he could get her alone. Stabbing her in the alley. He didn’t really have a problem with her but the itch had started that night and she was easy bait. Plus, she was rich too, and the world wouldn’t really miss her. 

How he killed Pierce in the bathroom after donning the mask, feeling giddy at the sight of him trying to crawl away, as if Enzo hadn’t been there in the bathroom in the first place just for the kill. Laughing at the fact that Kennedy put in a tongue in Kerryn’s mouth. Peter targeting Kat, but ending up killing Brooks instead. Everything about that night had been so funny, given him so much adrenaline. A job well done for all of them. “After it all went down, I just went home. Went to see my sister. She can confirm that herself.”

What about the night of the charity gala?

“I was still there. I didn’t really have a date, but I was there. Anything for Mama’s, right?” He said, which was hilarious since he was the one who burned it down in the first place. That night was still so fresh in his mind. How Peter killed Shadae because he hated her, his own boss. How Enzo had killed Dean, solely because he was with her, but he was another rich person, so it wasn’t really a loss on his end. How Peter ran to kill Aylin, because there could be no witnesses, around the same time Kennedy had gotten her revenge and killed Selin, and Enzo had gone to find Jieun so he could kill her too. He better killed her. Then, one of the worst things that could possibly happen happened. He saw Aranya dead on the deck, and he knew it couldn’t be done by Kennedy, not when he knew she had been busy, which meant one thing. Peter.

Enzo knew what he needed to do but he kept that to himself, allowing Peter to believe that the two of them were okay, that killing Aranya was okay, even let Peter hold onto Mal as Enzo stabbed Mal himself. You didn’t fucking protect her. Those were his only thoughts as he stabbed the man over and over again, until there was silence. Until Peter ended up killing Kennedy, which gave Enzo the perfect chance to kill Peter himself. Stabbed him the same way he stabbed Aranya before dumping his body in the ocean and throwing the knife as far away as he could.

He was done here.