Woodsboro, California; 1996.

Last night, when you were home alone, you were attacked by the famous killer everyone’s been talking about. Ghostface. You managed to fight him off a little, but when you tried to explain to your mom, he was gone.

Currently, you were sitting by the school fountain with some of your friends, consisting of Billy, Stu, Sidney, Tatum, and Randy. You all were discussing who could be Ghostface, and who couldn’t. Billy came back from a slushy truck nearby, two slushies in his hands as he handed you one before sitting down next to Stu, placing a straw into his own.

”So. Any ideas on who could be the killer?” Billy asked, taking sips from his slushy as he glanced at each of his friends, cocking an eyebrow.