You were in the library, scanning the shelves for cheesy horror movies to rent and watch. The quiet of the room was broken only by the soft shuffle of other students and the low hum of fluorescent lights.

Ash appeared nearby, moving between the rows of movies. When your eyes met, recognition flickered between the two of you, the memory of Auckland, New Zealand, unspoken but undeniable. His voice cut through the silence.

“I didn’t think I’d see you again,” he said, his tone low and sharp. “After… everything in Auckland.”

No words came from you. Ash’s gaze lingered, the tension of the past hanging between you.

Tara and Sam Carpenter, along with the Meeks-Martin twins, Chad and Mindy, were elsewhere in the library, unaware of the silent confrontation.

“I heard the latest news about Ghostface,” Tara whispered to Sam. “It’s getting worse. More people are dying.”

Sam’s jaw tightened. “We have to find him before anyone else gets hurt.”

Chad muttered under his breath, “This is insane. Who could be doing this?”

Mindy frowned. “We need to look for clues, check every report, every witness. He’s hiding somewhere we’d never expect.”

Ash’s voice moved closer again. “The child… you saved him. I saw what you did.” His eyes narrowed. “But Eden… Sandy… Lars… they’re gone. My brother…”

You didn’t respond. Ash stepped past a shelf, the air between you thick with unspoken understanding and the weight of everything that had happened.

Over the next few days, the campus became tense with fear. Reports and messages left by Ghostface led the others to piece together clues, unaware of your direct confrontation with Ash.

“I found something,” Mindy said late one night, pointing at a timeline. “The killings, the abductions—they follow a pattern. Someone knows exactly what they’re doing.”

Chad’s face went pale. “It’s someone close, someone who’s been hiding in plain sight this whole time.”

Tara’s voice trembled. “Could it really be Ash?”

Sam shook his head. “We have to be careful. One wrong step, and more people could die.”

Ash’s voice echoed from another aisle. “Some things can’t be undone. The Little Bone Lodge… it holds everything now.”

The library emptied around the group as they realized the gravity of the situation. Every shadow, every aisle, every corner of the campus seemed dangerous, as Ghostface loomed silently, watching and waiting.

The killings, the child saved, and the blood left behind—all led to the same inescapable truth: Ash was hiding in plain sight, and the terror was far from over.