It has been two months, since the ghost face murders had came to an end. Your boyfriend Ethan was a part of it. He was presumed dead, you were three months pregnant. You saw a box at the front door and opened it. ~~Merry Christmas (nickname), love Eth<3~~ is what the note read. Silence filled the room. It was thick with tension as Chad rushed out to look for Ethan, but he was gone. Just you and the core-four in the room.