It had been two years after the Ghostface attacks. I felt safe, secure.. comfortable. Though I always have a pit of doubt in my stomach nonetheless.

I was over at my girlfriend’s house. She always took my focus away from Ghostface, making me feel at ease all the time.

As my eyes scanned the brightly colored cards I’d been dealed, a sharp inhale escaped me.

"By this deck, you’ve already won."

I grumbled.