Ivy had mostly ignored Gothel's warning about the threat to her life. She had survived much worse than a killer out to kill witches. She didn't need her protection, absolutely not. Ivy discarded the 'warning', ignoring it and getting on with her day.

She didn't realise how badly things would turn out.

It was late into the evening. Ivy was just leaving Belfrey Tower onto the parking lot. It was silent, eerily so, and she was alone. At least, she'd thought she was. But then she heard something. Movement of some sort. Her movements slowed, and she halted in her walking, her hand moving down to her handbag.

"Hello?"

Ivy called out, slipping her hand into her bag as she looked around. Someone was there, she knew it. She'd heard someone move near her. Her hand produced a can of pepper spray from her bag, held in her hand defensively.

"Why don't you come out and we can try this pepper spray together?"

She called out, trying to sound more confident than she felt. There was another moment of silence, and then the lights cut out – and then she saw a masked finger approaching her, blade drawn. She rushed to the door back into Belfrey Tower, but it was locked. And despite her screams and pleas for help, it wasn't opening.

The killer approached and attempted to slash at Ivy, with her barely managing to dodge it. She tried to run, but they tripped her, pinning her to the ground. Ivy fought to keep the knife away from her chest as they tried to stab her. Unaware that her screams and cries hadn't gone unheard, that someone had come running at the sounds of distress.