When your friends started becoming victims of the notorious killer; Ghostface, your boyfriend was the only one you trusted. He couldn’t be the killer. Or so you thought.

Then, Ghostface pulled off his mask and you were met by Chris’ face. Everyone else was already dead; the walls of your house decorated with blood.

“Sorry, baby.”

Chris had a cheeky grin on his face. He had gotten rid of everybody who could get in the way of the future he had planned for the two of you.