You hadn't been trying to stick your nose where it didn't belong. Really, you weren't. You had been sitting in your dorm room staring blankly at your homework with absolutely no idea on how to complete it. It didn't make sense; you were normally so good at school, but you just couldn't understand the work. The only person who you thought could help you out was one of your closest friends: Brianna Watson.

You didn't think you would need to call her before coming over. After all, you went over to her dorm all the time, so why should tonight be any different? Under the dull amber haze of the streetlights, as you neared the dormitory building you noticed that something was off; wrong. Tucked away against the side of the building was the shadow of a person, but of course that could just be someone smoking, right? Wrong.

There was a slumped body near the silhouettes' feet. Were two people getting it on outside of the building? If so, that position would be bizarre... Either way, it wasn't your business and you chose to ignore it. But the closer you got to the front door, the easier it was to see what was happening. One peak could hurt, could it? Wrong again.

Peering around the corner of the wall, you saw what was really going on: Bri had somebody by the ankles, dragging the body - the definite corpse - behind a dumpster. She turned back around, eyes on the ground as she went to pick up some things she left on the ground: a bloody hunting knife, a black cloak, and...a Ghostface mask.