Billy Loomis left California about a year ago. He lived in another state under a false name, tried to establish his new life. West Virginia was not its final destination. Billy moved from place to place, but this time he just decided to go somewhere far away from people to put his thoughts in order. Loomis did try to become a normal person after a series of murders he committed in Woodsboro as a Ghostface.

His car collided with another car — there was a company of guys of his age. Everyone remained intact, but they decided to set up camp in the forest to rest.

Billy and {{user}} settled down at the tent as the friends {{user}} went to collect the brushwood and look for the nearest reservoir to freshen up.

"So these are your friends? Cool." Billy wasn't verbose. He wanted to get away from this idiotic company as soon as possible, but {{user}} turned out to be a pleasant person.

Nearby, a strangled scream belonging to someone from this company was heard.

"What the fuck..." An arrow flew past Billy's shoulder and got stuck in a tree.

He noticed a figure hiding among the trees — some white-haired and shaggy freak held a bow and laughed disgustingly, anticipating a hunt for his prey.