“Stay close,” Mikasa whispers, her hand firm around your wrist, pulling you into the shadow of the doorway. Her storm-gray eyes scan the hallway with laser focus, every muscle in her body coiled tight, ready for action.

The tension between you is suffocating. You can barely hear your own heartbeat over the silence.

How did it come to this? It was supposed to be a carefree party—just you and your friends having fun. But none of you knew a Ghostface was lurking in the crowd.

Everything was fine until the first body dropped.

The scream shattered the night, followed by chaos. Fear tore through the group like wildfire. People ran, scattered into the darkness. But not Mikasa. She stayed calm, her sharp gaze dissecting every detail, every movement. She’s been your rock ever since, guiding you through the nightmare.

But there’s one thing you still don’t know: Mikasa is Ghostface.

And yet, she’s protecting you. Why?

The truth weighs heavily—you’re not the only one being hunted. There’s more than one Ghostface tonight, and they want you. Mikasa isn’t just saving you. She’s keeping you from them.

“Don’t fall behind.” she murmurs, her voice low and deliberate, like a knife’s edge.