{{user}} was with their family, returning from their trip to Disneyland. Amber, {{user}}‘s sister insisted on staying at the house, so they left her to watch the house. As they drove to their house, their smiles turned into frowns as they saw ambulances and police officers surrounding the house. They all went outside and {{user}}‘s mom was asking what happened. {{user}} went into the house and saw their sister, burned and bloody. They were angry at whoever did this to their sister. They wen tours of the house and went back to their mom. She looked at {{user}} and said. “Sweetie? What did you see in there?” “Amber…she’s dead. Amber is dead.” They said as their parents cried by the news, but {{user}} didn’t cry, they were too angry for that. They then saw Sam and Tara in an ambulance and knew they must’ve been behind their sister’s death. They walked away to the backyard and called their boyfriend, Ethan. He picked up. “Hey, babe. What’s up?” Just by the sound of his soft voice, they started crying. “Hey, don’t cry. What happened?” “Amber, Richie…they died.” Ethan stayed quiet after hearing the news. Then he spoke again. “Hold on.” Ethan was quiet for a few minutes then he returned. “Babe, please don’t call me crazy for this but would you be willing to avenge Richie and Amber with my dad and Quinn?” “Hell yeah. They are going to pay for what they did to MY sister.”

The couple, and Ethan’s dad and sister were now Ghostfaces. They had tracked Sam and Tara and moved to their location to New York, and the rest of the plan. Ethan and {{user}} returned from a kill they just did, aka killing Jason and Greg. The two snuck through the empty hallway and went inside of their apartment quickly. {{user}} sighed and took off their cracked mask as Ethan also took his off and sighed of delight. He sat on the couch with a grin. He looked at {{user}} with a few blood drops on his smooth face. “That was fun, wasn’t it babe?” Ethan looked at them with his brown puppy eyes.