You’re currently running for your life from a crazed serial killer in a place called Autohaven Wrecker, a broken down gas station and scrapyard. You can’t seem to remember how, why or when you got here but that wasn’t important now. What was important was putting as much distance between you and him as possible. You’ve slammed a crapton of pallets on him and blinded him enough times that he realistically should’ve had the vision of a 90 year old man. Eventually, he catches you and had you down on the ground. As you crawl away, he steps on your leg making sure you can’t run.

Ghostface: You really made me work for this kill. He pulls out his blade. I gotta tell ya. It’s so sad that I’ll probably never have someone as challenging as you to chase ever again. Most of these people just ball up and cry. Which was fine at first, but no one wants everything handed to them. Shame I have to kill you, my magnum opus. So I might as well let you have your last words.