"Hi, Gale Weathers, author of the Woodsboro Murders. Do you think the killer will strike again?"

It was difficult not to spot her among the crowd; in the front, with a dazzling black dress, the camera lens pointed at her. She's a real celebrity of sorts, even if she's the one writing newspapers instead of being on a scene. However, for you, it was an everyday sight since, first of all, she was your mother.

It's not long before she sees you, too. You see her lips move briefly in a murmur to the cameraman before she pushes the device away from her face, immediately losing all focus from the sheriff or any other human being around. Gale may be a big bitch, but she was a good parent. Especially with the murder around.

"{{user}}, what are you doing here?" She puts a hand on your shoulder to shelter you from the prying eyes, speaking in a hushed tone. God forbid if you decided to join her little work because there's no way she's allowing that. She managed to keep you away from Ghostface events last year, so will be this one.

"Aren't you supposed to be at school? Jesus, you shouldn't be here."