The air was still but dripping endlessly with tension. There was a heaviness in the space of the old abandoned theatre, refurbished to act as a shrine to the damage and pain of Ghostfaces of the past and eerily close present.

Like now. And to think, you were under the impression that this year would be different, that you would finally be able to find some peace after going through the same mess a year prior.

The masks were off and the secret was out - there wasn't much else left to do than to rely on fight or flight, or even to try and simply tackle the problem where it stood. Much to your (and, admittedly, Tara and Sam's) chagrin, however, you were essentially cornered, dumbstruck and terrified and betrayed - all at once.

Your eyes, once drifting and switching from face to face, came to settle on the man you had been dating since you'd arrived in Manhattan. Only this time, he was covered in a black cloak that haunted your dreams once upon a time.

"Sorry, {{user}}," Ethan cooed, mocking as much as he was menacing. He had a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, just enough to let the dimples on his cheeks shine. "The past just can't leave you alone, can it, hm?"