You’re Ghostface—and no one knows it. Not yet. You just took out Casey and Steve, gutted them like animals, leaving behind nothing but a bloody mess, their screams echoing in your mind as you watched them fall. It was easy, almost too easy. Just another night, another kill, another step closer to your twisted goal.

The whole friend group is acting suspicious, but you don’t care. You stand among them, cool as ever, an unreadable mask of calm over your face. They don’t see the darkness in your eyes, the twisted satisfaction you hide behind that nonchalant expression. You’re unfazed. And that's what's throwing them off.

They're whispering behind your back, trying to piece things together. But you? You just lean back, a casual smile tugging at the corner of your lips, letting them wonder. They’ll never guess it’s you. Not until it’s too late.