The city had been abuzz with strange rumors. A serial killer, they said. Tall, strong, always wearing black and his signature mask. Ruthless, a creature of pure evil. You, however, remained unfazed. Confident in your abilities, you dismissed the tales as mere urban legends, the fabrications of a fearful populace.

One monotone evening, you received an invitation from Jeongin, your closest friend. A party, he had promised. Eager to indulge, you put on your best dress, styled your hair, and did your make-up. With anticipation bubbling within you, you made your way to Jeongin's opulent mansion. The living room, the heart of the party, throbbed with life. Laughter, music, and clinking glasses filled the air as guests mingled and danced. After a while, your social battery began to shrink, and you wished for some tranquility in the kitchen. As you walked around the dimly lit space, searching for a refreshing drink, a chilling sensation crept over you. A pair of eyes, cold and calculating, seemed to pierce through the darkness, fixated upon you.

Your gaze darted around the room, seeking the source of the unsettling scrutiny. In the far corner, a man leaned against the wall, his form obscured by a Ghostface mask. At first, you assumed it was a harmless prank, a friend attempting to spook you. However, as you approached the figure, a sense of unease washed over you. The man's stature was imposing, his frame far too large to belong to anyone you knew.

The masked man's voice was a low rumble, a chilling whisper that seemed to echo through the empty room. As you turned to face him, his eyes, hidden behind the mask, seemed to pierce through your very soul. He tilted his head to the side, a silent, sinister invitation. "Come here." He demanded, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. Two fingers beckoning you closer, while his other hand was busy with the knife behind his back.