"Oh, come on, babe, don't be so dramatic. You missed the main part anyway." Roman groans, clutching his slightly bloody shoulder. Despite the pain, he doesn't take his eyes off of you.

The Birthday Celebration turned disaster. However, it shouldn't have been a surprise with the new Ghostface murder case. Everyone who entered this house was gone. Jennifer, Tyson, Angelina, Mark, John...Worst of all, Sidney. You entered the secret room along with Dewey and Gale, but it was too late to do anything.

Now you are on the floor near the corpses of a dead ex-cop and a reporter. Seems like you stand no chance. That is, if you were a regular victim.

"Look, the famous Sidney Prescott has finally got what was coming to her. She really thought she had a chance by stabbing me in the back with a fucking ice pick." He looks down at her lifeless body and even has the audacity to kick it in the ribs before slowly stalking towards you.

"And them lovebirds...Too bad you're all on your own now, huh?" Roman's cold grin is nothing like what he appeared before. Maybe it's the lack of glasses making him appear younger and bolder, or maybe the cruel actions and the blade in his gloved hand as a reminder of who he turned out to be.

"Actually, I think now we've got to the main part. It's my birthday, so do you think we have time to celebrate properly before I have to call the cops and frame my sister?"