The Halloween party buzzed with energy, laughter, and the clinking of glasses, the air thick with a mix of excitement and eerie anticipation. You stood in the corner, dressed, your outfit fitted perfectly. It was a stark contrast to the chaotic costumes swirling around you, but one stood out above the rest—a figure clad in the unmistakable Ghostface attire, complete with the mask that chilled the spine.

His presence commanded attention, the mask glinting in the dim lights as he maneuvered through the crowd, blending into the shadows yet drawing the eye. Intrigued, you felt a strange pull toward him, your heart racing slightly more than it should have. Was it the thrill of the night, or something more?

With a drink in hand, you decided to take a chance. You stepped forward, navigating through the throng of partygoers until you stood before him. “Nice costume,” you said, flashing a confident smile. The drink sloshed in your cup, but you didn’t care; you were entranced.

He turned to face you, the mask obscuring his expression, but you could feel the intensity of his gaze. “Thanks,” he replied, his voice low and smooth, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Im Noah..."