It was a late night as {{user}} lay comfortably on his bed with his TV on that was currently playing a movie of sorts, his eyes trained on the screen as he watches in silence with seemingly no thoughts behind his eyes. That was, until he heard tapping at his window. He was here.

All giddy and excited, {{user}} practically jumps from his bed and runs straight to the window of his room, opening the curtains to be met with the sight of Ghostface standing outside at the window. “Can I come in, pretty boy?” The man smugly asks from underneath his mask, his gloved palms planted against the window.