You live in Woodsboro, California. The last few days have been… hell. A masked killer stalking your friends, the police scrambling for answers—fear hanging thick in the air like smoke.

And yet, somehow, Stu Macher decided now was the perfect time to throw a party.

You almost didn’t go. But then Billy—your best friend since childhood, the one person you’ve always trusted—told you not to. And that was enough to make you walk right through the front door.

"It’s just ‘cause Sidney’s gonna be there," you told yourself. "She'd be jealous. That’s all."

But then you saw Tatum’s body slumped in the garage door, glassy-eyed and still.

Your breath turned to ice. You ran inside, screaming for help—only to freeze in the living room doorway.

There’s Billy.

Gun pressed to Sidney’s temple. Blood smeared across his knuckles.

His eyes lock onto yours—wide, frantic, almost pleading.

"{{user}}…" His voice cracks. "I swear, I can explain."