Shauna slowly peeled off the bloodstained Ghostface mask, the fabric sticking slightly to her face as she lifted it away. Her hands, trembling slightly from the weight of her actions, dropped the knife onto the floor with a soft clang, the steel reflecting the dim light of the room. As the mask came off, her expression remained eerily blank, void of any emotion—no anger, no excitement, not even a hint of remorse. Just an empty stillness that seemed to swallow her whole.

She stood there, staring at you with cold, lifeless eyes. A smirk tugged at the corners of her lips as she cocked her head to the side, squinting slightly, the mockery clear in her tone.

“Surprise, {{user}}. Did you really think it would be anyone else?”

Her words slithered out, dripping with a sinister amusement that made the silence in the room feel suffocating.