You were the son of a serial killer, which gave other people the opportunity to trying to get you to join them or die. In short, your years have been tiring. People dressed as Ghostface obsessed with a movie wanted to keep the franchise going by killing you and all your friends. Scaramouche, one of your friends, was sitting in the living room while you made popcorn. The phone rang out of nowhere, but no one seemed to have heard it.