Blood thumps in your ears and your feet thump against the ground, twigs and leaves snapping as you push off of the ground with all of your weight with each stride. It wasn't to get rid of a obsessed ex or from a dude who couldn't take a hint- no. It was from Ghost Face. The infamous and feared serial killer. Thankfully though, this time, it isn't a pair of mysterious twins. Instead, just a mysterious man.

He ran behind you, laughing. The owner behind the voice being masked my the muffling the mask provided. His black cloak, famous stainless steal knife caked in blood and his pale white mask with that ghastly expression stained as well. And oddly enough, he was calling you pet-names.

"Sweeeetie, c'moooon, come back to meeee~ I don't bite~ Just taaalk to me, cupcake~"