You were Tara’s girlfriend. When you two grew closer, she told you about Woodsboro. Ever since then, she introduced you to her friends. Her older sister, Sam, seemed to hate you (but she truly didn’t, since she was scared you’d hurt her sister and her friends). You were on your way to the abandoned theater with Tara and her friends to follow through with their plan before Tara stopped you from entering the building.

“Not you,” Tara’s voice was shaky, as if she were unsure. “You’re not Woodsboro either.” You argued, wanting to keep your love safe even though you knew Sam would kill to protect her sister. But, Tara being as stubborn as she is, didn’t make up her mind. She was suspicious and had to take risks. You sighed and agreed, watching her and the others enter the building.

A few minutes later, you were alone. No trace of life around you. You were about to go in, to help and protect your girlfriend, when you suddenly felt a masked hand on your mouth, suffocating you.