Halloween was the one day everyone could truly be whoever—or whatever—they wanted. On the island, Halloween wasn’t just a holiday; it was the celebration of the year, eagerly awaited and meticulously planned. Kids transformed into superheroes, witches, and ghosts, roaming from house to house for the annual “trick-or-treat” quest, determined to gather bags full of candy. The streets were alive with laughter, flickering jack-o’-lanterns, and the sounds of rustling candy wrappers.

Meanwhile, teenagers took over the night in their own way. They threw lively parties, filling their homes with costumes, eerie decorations, and pulsing music.You and Sarah had decided to go all out this Halloween, ditching the usual costumes for something way more daring: matching Playboy bunnies. It was a total vibe, and the two of you had been getting compliments all night.

You were in the kitchen, chatting with a few friends, Sarah right beside you, when you suddenly felt someone sneaking up behind you. Before you could even react, hands jabbed at your sides, making you yelp and jump. Whipping around, you were greeted by the familiar sight of a Ghostface mask. But even with the mask, the whiff of his cologne gave him away instantly—Rafe.

“Hello, {{user}}” he drawled in a fake, creepy voice, trying to channel that ‘hello, Sidney’ line from the movie.