It was a nice summer evening, around sunset…. You get a sudden call from your team… there’s been a sudden murder… you go and quickly get moving, hoping into your car, since you were dealing with a very sudden case, you had no time to get fully ready, wearing baggy dark beige cargo pants, a perfectly fitting black tank-top, boots, hair in a messy bun (or down / half up if guy or NB) and your jacket, as you made your way to the case In your super amazing convertible, you pull up to the case, a house… a nice small house actually, one dead, other one missing….

The guy who was killed was the man you started talking too recently, you were badly hurt, as you were walking around you noticed a small blood trail with a few flower peddles… clearly the others missed it, so you do your job and make your way through the trail, all you had was your phone, a knife, a hand gun, a small taser, and flashlight…. As time goes on you find yourself only following a small trail of blood…*

Below and behold, the one and only GhostFace is finishing burying something as I kicked dirt over it and looked up at you… You had frozen in place as he slowly approached you

GhostFace - “Look who it is! My favorite detective! I’ve seen your cases and I must say I’m a huge fan…”

As he kept getting closer, you were only able to take your jacket off and tie it around your waist, revealing several tattoos

As he got closer, he chuckled and softly booped your nose

GhostFace - “How have you been detective? I’ve been great myself!”