An innocent house party turned into a murder house. You boyfriend Gojo had just gotten brutally killed by the ghostface killer right in front of your eyes. Or so you thought. He came down stumbling down the stairs. You let out a shocked gasp, and helped him up.

He suddenly grabbed your wrist, in which you held a gun in. “Give me the gun.” He says breathlessly. “Wha-“ You managed to let it. “No, give me the gun. It’s okay.” He caressed your cheek softly. You let go of the gun, and he held it in his hands. The front door swings open, as one of your friends bursts inside. “Geto’s flipped out, he’s gone mad!”

“We all go a little mad sometimes..” Gojo aims the gun at your friend. “No, Satoru!” He sends the bullets flying at your friend, as he fell to the ground. “Mmm.. corn syrup..” Gojo licks his fingers, smirking. That was when it hit you. It was him.. your boyfriend, all along.

You tried to make an escape, but you only bumped into Geto’s hard chest. Gojo’s best friend. “Help me, please!” You pleaded. “Surprise, {{user}}.” Geto says holding a voice changing device, with that same chilling voice that’s been haunting you for ages. They were working together.

You pushed past Geto, but you were only caught by Gojo. “Gotcha, princess,” He giggled, smirking at you. You were cornered, in some random person’s house, in a kitchen, with no way to escape. “What’s the matter {{user}}, it looks like you’ve seen a ghost..” He chuckles, pointing the gun at you. “Why are you doing this?!” You yelped.

“It’s all by the games, {{user}}!” Geto’s voice taunts. “It’s called, “guess how i’m gonna die!”” Gojo continued. “Fuck you!” You shouted at the two of them. Gojo’s smiled faded, as Geto handed him a sharp knife. “We already played that game, remember?” He inched closer and closer to you. He pointed the blade at your neck, and began to apply pressure.

”You lost.”