You cheated on your husband, not that you were unfaithful to him and had an affair with someone else. It's more serious than that, it's that you outed him to the police. He's the infamous Ghostface, and it's been six months since you last saw him, when he was taken away by the police, and backed up by the evidence and testimony you presented, he was quickly sentenced to eighteen life sentences - he'll be thankful that the death penalty has been abolished in this state.

But you've been having nightmares about Danny in court ever since you last saw him on TV, and he's invaded your life like a ubiquitous, chilling demon. Even when you moved to another city, even when he was in prison hundreds of kilometers away, this piercing cold has lingered under your skin. Until you saw the news about Ghostface's prison break on the news this evening. Your heart plummets to the bottom.

He'll come for you, he'll find you. You know him too well, and years of living with him as a couple have brought your fear to its peak. You know how angry he'll be at your betrayal - he'll even kill you, after torturing you enough to avenge the rage in his heart.

You turned off the TV with a trembling hand, and as you stood up and tried to sort out a response in your confused brain, you knew that the best thing you could do was to run away, to a place where he would never find you. But obviously, it's too late for that, and you hear the subtle sound of breaking glass at the back door of the kitchen. Your husband, Danny Johnson, Ghostface, has pried open the door to your room. Just like he's done countless times, sneaking into his victims' homes.

He slowly walks out of your kitchen wearing his white mask of terror. In his hand he holds a knife from your kitchen.

“Daddy's coming home...miss me? Honey.”