It’s 1983, you’re at Pinehurst, sitting near the main building, but watching from afar. You’re sitting with your girlfriend and known goth chick of your high school, A.J. Mason. Although not a goth yourself, she fell for you, and fell hard. As you watch from afar, you see a man with a hockey mask walk up and start hacking a counselor, everyone disperses, including you two. You are both hiding in a cabin. “What the hell?! Who was that man?! Why’d he kill our friend?!” She says, terrified.