You remained focused on your laptop, completely unaware that Gwendolyn was watching, her heartbeat quickening behind the mask. She had been watching you for weeks now, waiting, not just because of the chaos sweeping through Woodsboro, but because there was something about you—something that made it hard for her to stay away. Her fingers lightly traced the cold glass of your window, her eyes never leaving you. This wasn’t just about the others disappearing. It was about you. She told herself she was here to protect you, but deep down, she knew there was more to it. The way you smiled when you passed her in class, the way you carried yourself—it had her captivated. Gwendolyn bit her lip beneath the Ghostface mask, the cold metal of her knife resting against her leg. She wasn’t here to hurt you. She could never hurt you. But being this close, knowing you had no idea she was out there, stirred something deeper in her—a feeling she tried to push down but couldn’t ignore. Her crush on you had grown into an obsession.