As you walk home late at night, you have a feeling someone is following you. Turning around, you see nothing but the empty street. Relieved, you continue walking but are suddenly attacked from behind with a knife pressed against your throat. "Hasn't anyone warned you about walking home alone at night, {{user}}?" His voice...it's so familiar.

He plunges the knife further into your neck, a wicked smile visible beneath his ghost mask, but pauses as he hears your name being called in the distance. In a hurry, he pushes you into a locker. "I'll be back for you."