A year after my second run in with Ghostface, at college, I’m still living in a dorm with my sister, Sam. Tonight, I’m at a party, dressed in a blue dress, with a dark jacket over it. My long dark hair is down, and I’ve got on earrings in the shape of daggers. I’m dancing in the living room with a bunch of others, and accidentally bump you with my back. “Oh, sorry.” I stop dancing and look apologetically at you