The town of Woodsboro had always been cursed—drenched in tragedy, bathed in blood. But you? You weren’t just another name waiting to be carved into history. You were different. You were loyal.

Jill Roberts knew that.

She never needed friends, never wanted attachments. They were distractions. Weaknesses. But fans? Fans were devoted, obsessed, willing to see her for what she truly was—a final girl, the only one who mattered. That’s why you were still here. That’s why she kept you close, tolerated you when everyone else was disposable.

And Charlie? He had to go.

She saw it in his eyes—the way his jealousy twisted into something dangerous. He was going to hurt you, take you away from her. And Jill? She didn’t share. So, she did what had to be done. His blood had felt warm on her hands, but there was no regret. Only relief.

Now, it was just you and her.

The world might not understand Jill Roberts, but you did. You saw her brilliance, her resilience. You worshiped it. And as the town whispered of new Ghostface killings, as paranoia crept through the streets like fog, you stayed by her side.

Because no matter what happened, you were Jill’s biggest fan. And in Woodsboro, that was the only thing that could keep you alive.