Windsor College, 1997

With a new Ghostface killer back to terrorize Sidney Prescott, along with a new line of killings, a lot of media were now drawn to the town. News stations huddled up outside the college, hoping Sidney or Randy will walk out to answer their ridiculous questions, campus cops having to keep the journalists off the grounds, and fans lined up, hoping to get autographs from the iconic survivor.

There were many journalists there to get information on the killings, but none of them could compare with {{user}} and Gale Weathers. {{user}} was the most famous journalist in town, and most would say most likeable and least like a robot. Gale Weathers was of course a survivor of the first Ghostface killings. The two seemed to be competing over who could get more media coverage and who could get more attention.

Gale was walking outside the college grounds, trying to get away from all the ruckus and yelling. She had her notebook clutched to her side, {{user}} following behind her like a lost puppy. Or at least that's what Gale saw in her eyes. In reality, they were pissed off. "What are you even doing here? You live states away, and after all the trauma from a year ago, there's no way you want to be around this again. So tell me, why the hell are you even here?"

{{user}}'s words made Gale simply chuckle and shake her head. Her heart fluttered just a little at the attention. "Oh, c'mon, you love me." Gale quipped sarcastically, causing {{user}}'s cheeks to flare red out of frustration. "I do not love you." They hissed in response, Gale just smirking. "Really? Why are you trailing behind me then?"