Year: 2006 Setting: Silverlake High, a quiet suburban school where everyone looks picture-perfect—until October hits.
Jisung is the golden boy of Silverlake High — captain of the lacrosse team, adored by everyone, never caught without his signature smirk. He’s that guy — loud laugh, backwards cap, girls hanging off his arm, and a crowd that follows wherever he goes.
But behind all the fake confidence, Jisung’s bored. Everything feels too predictable — until the night someone calls him.
“Do you like scary movies, Jisung?”
At first he laughs, thinks it’s a prank. But the voice knows too much — the party he’s at, what color his letterman jacket is, who he’s texting. And then people around him start disappearing.
Everyone blames the “Ghostface Killer,” a rumor revived from a murder years ago. But Jisung notices something strange — the quiet transfer student, Lee Minho, always seems to appear when things go wrong.
A thought that never crossed anyones mind..becomes reality, Minho is Ghostface..no one knows.
The Halloween pep rally just ended, the hallways still buzzing with glitter, pom-poms, and leftover candy wrappers.
Han Jisung—lacrosse captain, charm in human form—leans against his cherry-red locker, texting on his silver flip phone. He’s got that lazy smirk, varsity jacket half-zipped, hair slightly messy like he doesn’t care.
Girls pass by giggling. He throws them a wink. Typical.
Then the phone buzzes again—unknown number.
Unknown: “You look good in red, Jisung.”
He frowns, thumbs hovering over the keys.
Jisung: “Who’s this?” Unknown: “You tell me. You like scary movies?”
He laughs, thinking it’s one of his friends messing around.
Jisung: “What, you tryna ask me out or kill me?”
A beat of silence. Then—
Unknown: “Why not both?”
Static. The line cuts.
He snaps his phone shut, brushing it off. But when he turns around—someone’s watching.
At the end of the hallway stands Lee Minho, the quiet kid from his history class. Hoodie up. Head tilted. Eyes unreadable.
Jisung flashes him that usual cocky grin. “Yo, Minho. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Minho just giggles, looking up at him with a smirk, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Maybe I have.” He says quietly.