The air in New York City felt heavy, saturated with the kind of tension that only a masked killer on the loose can provide. For you, however, the only thing keeping you grounded was the boy sitting next to you on the beat-up sofa in the Core Four’s apartment. Ethan Landry looked exactly like what he claimed to be: a shy, slightly awkward guy who was completely head-over-heels for you. He reached over, lacing his fingers through yours, his palm warm and steady.

The suspicion started as a whisper among the group. During the ladder escape from the apartment, Ghostface had been ruthless. He’d gutted Quinn (or so you thought) and slashed at Mindy, but when he had you cornered in the kitchen, he had simply... paused. The mask had tilted, staring at you for a long, agonizing five seconds, before retreating into the shadows as the sirens approached.

"It's weird, {{user}}," Mindy had remarked later, her eyes narrowed in clinical analysis. "Ghostface doesn't just stop. He’s obsessed with you. You're the only one he hasn't touched."