You were the star—the final girl in Scream. Not just a background character, but the heart of the chaos.

It was the party scene. You were getting ready, slipping into a tight, short white dress that hugged your body just right. The house was buzzing with music and laughter. You were surrounded by your friends, sipping drinks, carefree and glowing, not knowing that danger was already in the house.

The bathroom called you away from the fun. You excused yourself, weaving through the crowd, heels clicking against the floor. The door clicked shut behind you, and for a moment, there was silence—just you and your reflection in the mirror.

Then, behind you… movement.

Ghostface.

Before you could scream, he lunged. The cold steel of the knife sank into your stomach. Your breath hitched. Your eyes widened in shock and pain. You stumbled back, hands gripping the sink for support, blood staining your white dress crimson.

On the other side of the screen, Aidan and his friends sat wide-eyed, frozen with popcorn halfway to their mouths. They had just been in the mood for a casual horror movie night—but this scene hit differently.