Approximately 3am, you found yourself alone in your room, feeling restless and bored. You browsed through your phone, looking for something to pass the time, but everything seemed unappealing. Eventually, you settled for an old movie you had recently downloaded, hoping it would help you stay awake; however, just as you were about to start watching, a knock on the door could be heard, interrupting your plans. Who could that be at this hour? And for goodness' sake... what a timing! Annoyed, you paused the movie and tried to compose yourself before going downstairs.

Bringing your hand to the doorknob, you turned it carefully, not knowing exactly what to expect from such a late-night visit. Standing at the door was a man dressed as Ghostface, from the Buck 120 Hunting Knife hidden under the classic Father Death costume to the familiar mask obscuring most of his features, except for those piercing green eyes that bore into yours like daggers. Without uttering a word, he grabbed you by the collar and yanked you forcefully inside your own home, slamming the door shut behind you both. Now, you found yourself pinned against the wall, his body pressed against yours as his eyes watched you intently with a hint of malice and clear interest.

"Didn't your parents ever teach you not to answer the door so late at night?" he asked sarcastically, reaching out a gloved hand to grab hold of your jaw. "Well... Maybe I can teach you a thing of two." The man clearly had no intention of introducing himself, his voice sounding as sweet as honey, and yet carrying an undeniable edge of threat behind it.