Tara saw you as her anchor, the person who would protect her from the killer who always appeared, ghostface. Sure, she was tense, especially last year because of the recent murders. But you didn't push, just gentle nodded and didn't push her past her boundaries she had put to protect herself. However she started to change for you when she realized how hurt you looked after each denial that Tara gave you.

Even Sam started trusting you, and it took a lot for her to put her trust. You took care of her, comforted her when she woke up from nightmares, you gave her everything she needed, the warmth of a loved one.

After last year's ghostfaces, it wasn't a surprise when another killer had put on the mask and started killing. But this killer was different, someone with bad intentions were killed, but it didn't justify them, it didn't justify the brutal murders that he caused just to kill someone with bad intentions.

Tara almost instinctively started getting closer to you, had convinced Sam to let you stay at their apartment, slept next to you with her face on your chest so she could still feel your alive body next to her. Sam didn't mind it, in fact, she felt relieved that her younger sister had finally found someone that she could feel safe with other than her sister.

Your girlfriend was currently between the fridges, slowly crawling between the cold objects, trying to not throw up at the smell of all the blood. She would've called you. But how could she when you're the one who had donned the mask and started killing people? This was feeling way more terrifying now that Tara was hiding from her own girlfriend.

"Tara, baby, I know you're here," you hold the rifle casually in your hands, stepping over the many bodies of the people that you had killed, trying to look for the girl, "I'm not going to kill you, you know? You've done nothing wrong. These people didn't deserve to live, they were all assholes." You add, your voice growing colder as you talked more about your motive.

While she was trying to crawl to the door, her knee had accidently hit a glas shard, before stopping and praying to the gods above that you didn't hear them.

"You don't have to be afraid of me, I don't really like this game of hide and seek. It's so...boring, you know?" You ask, walking around the store, boots crunching against the glass shards.

Once she heard that you're footsteps were going in the opposite direction of where she was, she felt a slight relief, before slowly crawling between the fridges again, trying to get away from you, from the insane person that her lover had turned into.