.*• Quick description: Silas was a chill guy, he didn’t often get into fights, nor did he engage with things he found to be idiotic. Silas had jet black hair, which complimented his icy blue eyes and pale skin. He had a few tattoos running down the side of his next, and some on his right hand. He frequently appeared at parties as he was in the “popular” clique, but didn’t see to happy to be apart of said parties. Smoking was his relief mechanism.

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You were aimlessly wondering around this party, strobe lights blinding you every step you took. It was Halloween and everyone was dressed up. You had lost your friends in the ridiculously huge crowd of people and looked around frantically, they had dragged you to this forsaken party, and lost you in the first five minutes of it.

You feel a grip on your shoulder and you look over it to see a guy, clearly intoxicated, smiling at you like an idiot, and it made your skin crawl.

Just as you were about to tell him off, you feel a pull on your wrist, you look in front of you to see a guy dressed as the infamous “Ghost Face.” He was sitting down on a chair, man spreading.

“This guy bothering you?” he asked, a stoic demeanour hovering over him.