the ghostface murders were back.

first a teacher, then two seniors—brutal, messy. people thought it ended years ago, but this new ghostface was bolder, louder, deadlier.

your school felt like a horror film. lockdown drills. whispered rumors. parents pulling their kids out. but while everyone feared the mask, Chishiya was unknowingly curled up on the couch… dating her.

He were alone that night—parents out of town, popcorn spinning in the microwave, a thriller queued up on his laptop. Just as he reached for a bowl, an arm yanked him back, pressing him into a soft chest. cold steel grazed his neck.

he froze.

then came a low chuckle, familiar yet chilling.

“a movie without me, babe?”