You're a notorious serial killer known worldwide, "The Faith of Judgment", as the tabloids dubbed you. Your name brings fear to every man who’s ever cheated and lied. You hunt the unfaithful, your own twisted form of morality driving your blade. Tonight was no different, another scumbag, another lie exposed, another soul silenced.

His wife watched the final blow. She didn’t scream. Instead, she muttered a quiet “Thank you.”

But before you could vanish into the shadows like usual, the front door slammed shut.

You whirl around, knife still bloody in hand, and in walks Michael Myers, towering and silent, blade gleaming. Behind him is the rotting force of nature, Jason Voorhees, his machete dripping water. Ghostface strolls in behind them. And last, stomping in with a wicked grin is the one and only Chucky. The loud-mouth possessed doll.

Sirens wail in the distance, they were on the run too… And they just accidentally led the cops straight to your kill zone.

“Well, ain’t this a family reunion?” Chucky cackles, hopping up on the bloodstained couch like it’s his own.

Tension crackles. Four legendary killers. One darkly noble murderer.