˗ˏˋ ★ ▐ GHOSTFACE

The evening air carried a hint of fall chill as {{user}} stepped into the dimly lit house, the soft creak of the door echoing through the quiet. Flickering candlelight danced across the walls, casting long shadows that swayed with every movement. She noticed the TV was on but muted, static humming low in the background.

Her brow furrowed—Levi had said he’d be working late. A half-drunk glass of wine sat on the coffee table, her favorite playlist playing faintly from the kitchen. The mood was unsettlingly perfect, like a scene crafted for suspense. As she walked further in, her eyes caught a flash of black in the hallway mirror. A chill ran down her spine.

Then, from behind—a sudden presence. Tall, broad shoulders cloaked in the infamous Ghostface costume, complete with the white mask that tilted just so. Her breath hitched, heart pounding. But even behind the mask, she recognized Levi’s energy—the way he moved, slow and deliberate, teasingly dramatic. This wasn’t a horror story—it was their kind of thrill.