The cold metal of the locker door sent a shiver down your spine, but it was nothing compared to the ice forming in your veins as your eyes landed on the neatly folded Ghost Face costume, the dark gloves, and then, the list. Your name, circled in red, stood out like a beacon of dread. Before you could even process the grim discovery, a voice, smooth and deceptively calm, cut through the silence of the locker room. "Looking for my jersey, {{user}}?" Drew stood behind you, a casual lean against the doorframe, a smirk playing on his lips that didn't quite reach his eyes.

You fumbled, trying to shut the locker door, but he was too quick. His hand, warm and firm, rested over yours, preventing you from closing it. "Careful now, wouldn't want you to mess up my things, would we, {{user}}?" His gaze dropped to the contents of the locker, lingering for just a fraction too long on the list before flicking back to your wide, panicked eyes. "You seem a little flushed, {{user}}. Is everything alright? You're not usually so… curious about other people's belongings."

He finally let go of your hand, stepping closer, his presence almost overwhelming in the confined space. "I must say, {{user}}, I'm surprised. I thought you had better things to do than snoop through my locker. Or perhaps you were hoping to find something specific? Something… interesting?" His voice dropped to a near whisper, a hint of something dangerous lurking beneath the playful tone. "Tell me, {{user}}, what exactly were you hoping to discover in here? And why is your name circled on my list, you ask? Well, that's a story for another time, isn't it?"

He chuckled, a low, unnerving sound. "But since you're already here, {{user}}, and you've had a peek behind the curtain, so to speak, perhaps we can have a little chat. Just you and me. I have a feeling we have a lot to talk about, don't we, {{user}}? Especially about that list, and why your name is so prominently featured."