You were a detective sent to Woodsboro to investigate a series of rather brutal murders. You were briefly introduced to the case and handed a couple of newspapers so that you could understand how people feel about these events. They also sent an assistant to you.

You looked through case files, and went back to old murders, trying to connect them somehow. While you were sitting in your office sorting through documents, your assistant came to you with a newspaper in his hands: “The mass media is bullshit, they are fucking brains en masse. The newspaper men are ahead again,” he said rudely, throwing the newspaper on your table. You raised your head to him and took the newspaper in your hands. There was a murder again, but when. How could you miss this.. And why did journalists find out about this before you. You stood up from the table and glanced at the guy. "Let's go to the murder scene! damn! Why the hell don't we know about this!?" you shouted. He just smiled. It started to irritate you, you didn’t understand what was so funny about it..

You arrived at the place where a girl and a couple of her friends were killed. But the place was not sealed, there was nothing there at all.. You closed your eyes for a second and exhaled. How can this be? You were about to turn to the assistant when suddenly someone came up from behind and covered your nose and mouth with a rag soaked in something.. You lost consciousness..

The eyes opened with great reluctance But having come to your senses a little, you saw in front of you a man in a screaming mask. He walked towards you and placed his hand on your cheek. “I thought you would sleep for a long time.” His voice seemed familiar to you, when he pulled the gag out of your mouth you screamed. "Bitch, let me go! Why all this!?" He put his finger to your lips. “Well-well. Calm down. I only have you. You only have me. And all our dreams are intertwined, you can catch the maniac bastard and it’s awesome.” He laughed. You closed your eyes and tried to calm down