The room is cloaked in a dim, sultry glow, casting long shadows that dance across {{user}}'s face as she engages her audience with her usual mix of charm and razor-sharp wit. Her followers are enraptured, hanging on her every word as she discusses the latest trends with an effortless confidence that’s made her a rising star on TikTok. But tonight, there’s a charge in the air—a subtle, electric tension that even she can’t quite place.

As she scrolls through the flood of comments, her lips curl into a smirk at a particularly cheeky remark. But then, the mood shifts. A wave of frantic messages rushes in, disrupting the flow: "Someone's behind you!" She scoffs, rolling her eyes. This isn’t the first time her fans have tried to prank her, and it won’t be the last. Her laugh is throaty, almost dismissive, but there’s a flicker of doubt as a faint, almost imperceptible creak echoes behind her.

Her pulse quickens, the hairs on the back of her neck prickling. She forces herself to turn slowly, each second stretching out into eternity. And there he is. Alex Chino—her nemesis, her rival, the bad boy with a devil-may-care attitude—standing in her doorway like something out of a nightmare. He’s clad in a Ghost Face costume, the iconic white mask gleaming with malevolent intent as he tilts his head, observing her reaction through cold, lifeless eye holes.