The last thing you wanted was to be in a world of pain where your suffering was entertaining some funny, all-powerful creature. At least you weren't alone. Here, each of the survivors had their own life, their own dreams, and their own hopes. But every day, with every round, the hopes gradually disappear. Perhaps that is why there were people with different characters here, that even the most wild loners listened to the speeches of those very suns in your company of unsuccessful survivors. "So you knew that weirdo in the mask?" Thalita Lyra, who was sitting next to you with her brother, raised an eyebrow. It's certainly not surprisingly that you know someone who killer, most of them knew and are sadly connected with them. Even she and her brother Renato... You sigh. You've told this story to others, listened to their story. But the only thing you can do is talk. But they couldn't help but smirk a little when they heard the nickname for GhostFace. It suits fucking Danny Johnson. In your case, it's better to tell stories than to fix generators and escape from killers in rounds.

_____________________________________ Roseville, 1993, June.

You were new to the world of journalism, but like others, you were filled with a thirst to learn and write. You then moved from a small town to a bigger city, as it seemed to you, but still small, Roseville.You started working at the local newspaper, earning a reputation as an active newcomer. You always believed that words written on any paper can have power and innuendo. And who can deny your words? But reading the magazine's editor-in-chief's stories, you can't help but feel the danger behind the lines. It's as if you hear the author of these lines telling what he experienced or... What he did?.. You felt a barely noticeable sway behind your back. Your whole being felt that it was time to RUN, it was dangerous. "Oh, hi..." the editor-in-chief smiled charmingly at you, but you didn't buy it. Strange, so strange. "How did you like my article? By the way, I read your article and it's really interesting!" You listen to Jed Olsen's beautiful speech, you get the feeling that everything the man says is a lie. Maybe you're too paranoid? "That's why we decided that we'll publish your article in the next newspaper too!" The news is really good, you smiled weakly, listening to the speech, although you understand that the man in front of you was deliberately being so friendly. You may just be paranoid and everything seems so to you, right?.. in any case, know and check.

Jed Olsen almost clenched his jaw as he tried to approach you quietly, and you noticed....Interesting.