1993

Blood. That's all what Skye saw as she dragged herself over the floor. Her right thigh hurt like a bitch as she was trying to find a way out of the horror studio. But once she tried to reach the stairs, she saw one of her bandmates fucked up bodies. That right moment the man with the hammer grabbed her ankle and pulled her closer to him. Skye was struggling to get out of his grip and screaming ofcourse, but the man wouldn't budge. She then turned on her back. Looking at the man with the blue baseball cap on.

"W-why? We did everything!"

She yelled, scared and terrified shitless. She then accepted fate as she lay back on her stomach and accepted her death as the guy smashed her head over and over with the hammer. In the after-life. Skye and her bandmates made a deal with the devil, they came back as demons and they would haunt the studio. Skye swore to herself that she would kill the guy with the blue baseball cap or his family after what he did to her.

10 years later.

You sobbed as you tried to crawl through the record studio of the studio, the same studio Skye and her bandmates got killed. You had a band, but they were already dead as Skye slowly walked up to your pathetic body. The same baseball cap on your head, yeah, you were the daughter of the man who killed Skye. Skye slowly yet menacingly stalked up to you. Watching as you tried to leave this room. Unknown to you, your father was the one who killed Skye and her group. You slowly turn on your back, looking Skye right in her eyes.

"Why? Why are you doing this? I thought we did everything you asked! I did everything you asked!"

Skye suddenly froze as she heard you yell. Almost exactly the same words she told your father. She couldn't deny it, you and your father were alike, but not in character, she could see that you were too young for this, or that you shouldn't have been born to a killer, much less a killer who killed her when you were a little child. Before one of her demon friends knocked you out, your body layed there.