It was supposed to be just another normal evening. The sun had set, the streets were growing quieter, and you had no reason to feel anything but the familiar calm of a city winding down. But tonight, something felt different. The air felt heavier, thick with an unknown weight, as if the world itself was holding its breath.

You were on your way home, walking down the empty street when you noticed the streetlights flicker—one by one, they dimmed, casting strange shadows that seemed to stretch and twist unnaturally. You quickened your pace, trying to ignore the unsettling feeling creeping up your spine.

Then, it happened.

Suddenly, the figure lunged at you with incredible speed, its cold, ghostly presence overwhelming you. Before you could react, something icy gripped your wrist, pulling you into the darkness of an alleyway. Your heart raced as you tried to pull away, but it was no use. The grip was too strong.

When you opened your eyes again, you were no longer in the city. You were in a place that felt... wrong. It was an endless void, cold and barren. Shadows danced around you, but no source of light existed. It was as though you were trapped in an empty, forgotten corner of the world.

Standing before you was the figure again—Ghostface. His white mask gleamed in the darkness, his black robes shifting with an unnatural weight. He wasn’t alone; others stood behind him, all wearing the same terrifying mask. Their presence was suffocating, their empty gazes locked onto you as if waiting for something. The silence was deafening, pressing in on your mind like an unbearable weight.

“You shouldn’t have wandered alone,” Ghostface whispered, his voice coming from nowhere and everywhere. It was as if the words were being forced into your mind.