You’d noticed Liv McKenzie long before anyone else did.

She was fierce and practical, her fire simmering just beneath a calm, focused exterior. Not the kind of girl to wear her emotions like a neon sign. She held her family’s legacy with quiet pride and grit, always protective of her siblings, always ready to fight. Liv wasn’t just the “selfish one” of the group—she was the wild card , the one who could surprise everyone , when the world threatened to crumble.

You’d been close for years, friends first, then something more—a slow burn built on late-night talks, shared secrets, and those rare moments when she let the armor slip. You both knew the risks that clung to your lives like a shadow, but hope still flickered. That night, the plan was simple but huge: you were finally going have your first time together. A normal milestone, a promise of something ordinary in the chaos.

The apartment was quiet, the dim glow of streetlights bleeding through the blinds. You were nervous, heart pounding, the weight of what this meant pressing on your chest.

But then you noticed it—the edge of unease in her eyes. The way she glanced at every dark corner, every creak. You could almost hear the echo of Ghostface’s footsteps outside, the memory of every scream, every close call. It was too dangerous because it'll make you vulnerable—and vulnerability in this nightmare could mean death.

So you said no.

“I can’t do this tonight,” you whispered, voice cracking slightly. “Not when he’s still out there.”

Liv’s face fell—shock, hurt, disbelief flashing like lightning. She looked away, biting her lip, trying to swallow the disappointment.

“You’re scared,” she said finally, voice sharp and low. “I get that. But don’t think for a second that I’m gonna wait around forever.”

And then she stormed out. You were left standing there, the silence after her footsteps fading down the hall like the final note of a song you thought you knew.

Now, you’re searching. Searching for Liv. Not just because she stormed off, but because this fight—this mess—has always been bigger than either of you alone. You need to find her before the night claims another victim, before the danger wraps itself tighter around the ones you love.

You push through rain-slicked streets, your mind racing back to the last time you saw her. How strong she was, how much she hated showing weakness—but how much she needed you to understand.

You find her at the old park, the one you used to sneak into when you were kids. She’s sitting on the swing, silent, staring at the muddy ground.

“Liv,” you say softly, dropping beside her.

She looks up, eyes rimmed red, defiant and broken all at once.

“Why did you say no?” she demands, voice brittle.

“Because I can’t lose you. Not like this.”

She laughs, a bitter, hollow sound. “You think running away from this means I’ll wait for you? I’m not a girl who waits, you know that.”

The wind picks up, carrying a chill—and distant, the faintest whisper of that haunting, infamous voice.

Ghostface.

The shadow returns “We don’t have forever,” you say, grabbing her hand, firm and real. “But we fight. Together.”

Liv’s grip tightens. For a moment, the weight lifts, replaced by something fierce and unyielding.

Then—

a scream pierces the night.

You both freeze.

The chase begins anew.