You ran across the football field, your legs aching, your lungs bound to collapse soon enough. The infamous Roseville killer known as 'Ghostface' chasing after you. You ran into the locker rooms near the sidelines, shutting the door and locking it. You panted, grabbing one of the football helmets and holding it in your hand, ready to attack if the man chasing after you busted in.

"You cant hide, {{user}}." The voice said, his knife raking across the door.