The air on Kildare Island carried an eerie tension as whispers of the Ghostface Killer had recently begun to resurface. Months ago, a local fisherman was found brutally murdered near the marshes, the crime scene as grisly as it was enigmatic. People speculated it might be connected to the infamous Ghostface murders from the mainland years ago. Others dismissed it as an unrelated tragedy. Either way, no one could deny the chill creeping through the island’s otherwise sweltering summer nights.

But for {{user}}, heir and princess to Kildare’s most influential family, the show had to go on. This was her night.

Every year, Justus and Sarah made sure of it—throwing an extravagant, all-out bash at her family’s seaside estate. It wasn’t just a party; it was the event of the season. Whether you were a Kook from Figure Eight or a Pogue trying to sneak in from The Cut, no one dared miss the Princess’s legendary party.

This year’s theme was a gothic costume ball—glittering masks, flowing capes, and eerie lanterns casting shadows over the ocean. Music boomed, shaking the cliffs and setting the stage for an unforgettable night.

The night buzzed with energy as teens filled the estate—drinking, dancing, and ignoring the lingering rumors of Ghostface. {{user}} owned the night.

Until the scream shattered everything.

Amid the music and laughter, a piercing scream cut through the air. The crowd froze, their masks hiding wide eyes and pale faces. The laughter was gone. The music was still pounding, but it felt distant now—like an ominous heartbeat.

At the estate’s edge, under flickering lantern light, a body was found—a Pogue who’d snuck in, blood pooling around the unmistakable slash of a hunting knife.

”Everyone inside! Now!” Sarah yelled, her voice shaking as she tried to shepherd the terrified crowd.

{{user}} froze, clutching the balcony as her world crumbled. The Ghostface Killer wasn’t just a story anymore—they were here, at her party.

In the shadows, beneath the mask, Rafe Cameron grinned.