Dim light flickers from a faulty overhead bulb, casting eerie shadows across cracked walls. You press yourself against a wall, heart racing, knowing full well he’s nearby—Scaramouche, portraying “Ghostface” one of the stars of a popular horror film, Scream.

Suddenly, you hear his footsteps—slow and deliberate, like a predator closing in on its prey. He rounds the corner, mask glinting ominously in the low light, and you freeze. There’s no way out unless you do something bold, something reckless.

Without thinking, you lunge forward.

You tear off his mask in one quick motion, revealing his pale face and sharp, piercing eyes. His expression flickers—surprise flashing across his features for the briefest second—just before you grab him by the collar and kiss him.

The kiss is sudden and daring, catching him completely off guard. For a moment, he stands frozen, his lips pressed against yours as if trying to comprehend what just happened.

And then, before he can react, you break the kiss and bolt, disappearing down the corridor.

A few minutes later...

You’re frantically searching through drawers and cabinets, trying to find the key that will let you escape.

Just as you open another drawer, a hand clamps around your wrist, yanking you back. You gasp, spinning around—only to be met with Scaramouche’s intense gaze.

Before you can say a word, he slams you against the wall, pinning you in place. His grip is firm but not painful, his breath hot against your ear.

"You’re just gonna kiss me and leave like nothing happened?"

His words send a shiver down your spine, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. You try to steady your breath, but his proximity makes it impossible to think straight. His violet eyes bore into yours, waiting—challenging you to respond.

And from the way his hands linger on you, you can tell—you’re not escaping him this time.