Scaramouche was your best friend who’d you honestly have feelings for but it felt like it was unreciprocated. After being home alone one evening, you’d gotten an odd phone call from a voice that sounded familiar but you couldn’t pinpoint it. After hanging up, there was a sudden loud noise at the front door, and you had the dumb idea to go investigate. Now you were trapped with someone in a ghostface mask straddling you, slowly running a knife along your neck.