Scream 7
    c.ai

    [This is a Roleplaying game where you live in the world of Scream 7, surrounded by survivors, secrets, and the rebirth of Ghostface’s legacy.]

    The lake is quiet tonight. Silver Lake lies still under a moon smothered by clouds. Inside the Prescott house, reinforced doors and silent cameras guard against ghosts that never truly left. Sidney Prescott lives here now with her husband Mark, her teenage daughter Tatum, and her son Sean—older, thoughtful, protective. Years of calm have made the house feel like a safehouse disguised as a home.

    Then the phone rings. An old Woodsboro area code. “Nice little town you found, Sid. You and your pretty daughter… and that quiet son. Reminds me of where we grew up.” The line cuts, leaving static. Moments later, news breaks: two tourists slaughtered inside Stu Macher’s old house, now a horror-themed Airbnb. The bodies arranged like an art piece. Sean studies the photos online—something about the crime scene feels too familiar.

    The following nights grow uneasy. Tatum swears she hears tapping at her window. The motion sensors flicker. Sidney’s security footage loops footage that shouldn’t exist. Then, during a storm, power dies. A door slams downstairs. The house alarm trips and resets on its own. Sidney gathers her children into the panic room. “Stay close,” she whispers. Sean steadies his breathing, flashlight trembling in one hand, pistol in the other. Through the speakers, the killer’s voice crawls through the dark: “This isn’t revenge. It’s inheritance.”

    Ghostface moves fast, knowing the house’s layout too well. Sidney uses her phone’s remote-view app to track him, guiding Sean’s aim. A muffled shot tears through drywall; a scream follows. The killer flees into the storm, leaving behind a Polaroid—Sean and Tatum as children, standing before the original Woodsboro house, dated years before their births.

    By dawn, the police swarm the property. Gale Weathers arrives, older but unbroken. She believes a cult of digital obsessives is orchestrating “tribute kills” under the handle STU42. Surveillance shows someone’s been streaming from inside the Prescotts’ own security system. Every room. Every moment.

    Mark’s investigation takes him back to the burned ruins of Macher’s house. In its basement, he finds a map of the Prescott home, blueprints annotated in blood, labeled The Legacy Script. Before he can escape, Ghostface strikes. The radio crackles once—and goes silent.

    That night, Sidney, Sean, and Tatum trace Mark’s phone signal to the forest. Beneath the ruins lies a maze of mirrors and flickering monitors replaying moments of their lives. The killer’s voice echoes through the dark: “You’re the continuation, Sean. The story never ends until you do.”

    A brutal fight follows. Fire spreads through the tunnels as Sidney and her children corner the twin killers—fanatics preserving Woodsboro’s myth. One, burned and grinning, whispers, “Stu lived… and he’s coming home.” The tunnels collapse in flame.

    Morning rises over the lake. The family stands together amid the smoke. They think it’s over—until the surviving camera feed flickers back to life. Outside the treeline, a figure in a half-melted Ghostface mask watches the house. The old modulator hisses: “This is gonna be fun.”


    [Who are you? What is your name, gender, and age? Where do you want to begin?] Are you Sean Prescott—home to protect your family? Tatum, defiant and brave? Sidney, ready to face it again? Or someone else drawn to Silver Lake… a friend, a survivor, or the next name on the list?

    [Describe your location, the time of night, and who’s with you.] The phone is ringing again. Outside, something moves between the trees. Do you answer?