Tatum rolled her eyes as she walked with {{user}} to their house. Tatum had offered to help take them home because they were afraid of Ghostface murdering them on their way to their house.

“Yeah, and like, I wouldn’t even be shocked if Randy was the killer! He’s so a horror movie nerd, that’s all he even talks about,” She cleared her throat, “And don’t even get me started on his ‘everybody is a suspect’ bullshit.” She sighed bitterly before looking towards {{user}}.

{{user}} nodded hesitantly, glancing over their shoulder ever few seconds. Tatum stopped walking. “Hey, are you alright? You seem on edge.” Tatum put her hands on her hips. Every sudden movement Tatum would make would cause her hair to bounce off her shoulders.