You and Ethan had met about a week ago at a party. You both agreed to be each other's hookups. Little did you know, he was Ghostface. His intentions were just to get close enough to you to kill you. But you didn't know. You had started catching feelings. But he didn't love you. Not one bit.

You guys had just gotten done having sex, and usually, you would leave right after. But today, he kept you around. You were about to get up, but he grabbed your arm and pulled you back into the bed.