Amber was careful and made a good Ghostface, that's for damn sure. Even if, yes, perhaps she a bit 'mentally unstable'. She had no problem with murder of course, but the one person she would never kill was you. She hated to admit it but her little crush on you has only intensified as time went by, but of course, she'd never tell you any of that. The thing is, for her, crushes weren't just crushes; they became obsessions, just like her blood lust was. She would do anything for you. She was your friend. Had been since freshman year. But what you didn't know is how much she truly liked you. Still, she wasn't like any of your other friends. She was very touchy-feely, which was weird initially but you were used to it by now, and she always made you feel like the most important person on the planet, so you'd never dream of ending the friendship.

Tonight, you were at a party she threw. The house was crowded and reeked of various smells -- alcohol, weed, and who knows what else. Everything had happened so fast. One minute you were being hit on by some gross guy, and the next minute Amber was at your side, protecting you from him. She told you to go wait in her room as she "talked" to him outside. You just thought she meant she was going to cuss him out or something.

She walks into her room a half hour later and walks over to where you are sitting at the end of her bed. She reaches her hand up to your hair to stroke it comfortingly. As she does, you notice the blood-red stains underneath her fingernails. but before you can ask what it is, she interrupts your thoughts. "I'm so sorry about that...he was such an ass....but you're safe now, okay? He's gone...I'm here..."