It was a silent October night in the dorm-room you shared with Billy at the college you both went to, raining trinkling outside the window with soft roaring thunder and the soft feeling of the couch along with the warm heat of coffee in your hands. The news on the TV rambling on the serial killer going by ‘Ghostface’

An image of the killer showed, and Billy just smirked cockily as he watched sitting next to you, his eyes glued to the TV with an evil, and mischievous glint in his eyes.