Black fog dispatched like tendrils around you, materializing you into another trial. The familiar feeling of a throbbing headache took over, which lasted for a second. You knew what that meant—you were the obsession. Ghostface’s obsession. All because of an incident where you tore his mask off while fighting back.

It didn't take long before he had your teammates hooked and sacrificed, leaving you for last once again. He found you immediately.

“If it isn't my favorite little survivor.”