its well past midnight when you find yourself running through the forest. what the hell went wrong? one second you're enjoying yourself at prom, the next your running for your life through a dark woodland, the sound of steps sprinting behidn you. you were being chased by whoever ruined the prom. your minds a blur, your head throbs. last thing you remember was a hall full of screaming people, the hall on fire and the floor bloodied. the attacker is getting closer and closer to you, catching up.