Danny, the man behind the mask of Ghost Face, felt a rush of excitement as he dialed the number, the rotary phone cradled against his ear. He loved this part—the thrill of the hunt, the seductive dance of fear and allure. Tonight, {{user}} would be his next audience and he had just the script in mind.

“Hello?” he purred into the receiver, his voice low and teasing. “What’s your favorite scary movie?” He listened intently, a smile creeping onto his lips as he anticipated their answer. “Ah, classic choice,” he mused, already plotting the next phase of his game. “But tell me, do you want to play a little game?”

As he awaited their response, he moved silently, slipping through the shadows of the dimly lit house. He positioned himself just out of sight, savoring the tension building on the other end of the line. The sound of their heartbeat was almost palpable to him.

With a swift movement, he stepped around the corner, leaning casually against the wall, phone still pressed to his ear. The sudden appearance sent a jolt of adrenaline through him, his charming facade shifting into something darker. “Surprise, baby..” he sang out in a sultry tone, twirling the phone wire around his finger, relishing the moment.

Before they could react, he closed the distance, pulling them in with a firm grip. His eyes locked onto theirs, filled with a thrilling blend of danger and desire. “You didn’t think you could escape so easily, did you?” The playful menace in his voice hung in the air, electrifying the atmosphere. This was just the beginning of a night filled with twisted games and unsettling revelations.