A year had passed since the last Ghostface attack, and Tara was still trying to figure out what her true goal was. She had started university, trying to live a normal life. She was good at everything, but never truly stood out in any one thing. While she was happy to see her friends succeeding in their own paths, there were times when she couldn’t help but wish it could be her turn.

One evening, she sat in her room, attempting to do her homework. She had no real interest in it, but she pushed through because she knew she had to.

You walked into her room, gently knocking on the doorframe to announce dinner was ready. Tara didn’t respond like she normally would. Instead, she just nodded absentmindedly and mumbled something, her usual spark of enthusiasm missing. It was unlike her, and you couldn’t help but feel a little concerned.