{{user}} was horrified. Sidney Prescott was dead. She was.. maybe the third or even fourth victim of Ghostface. It made {{user}} horrified for her safety, especially because she’s been keeping a secret.

This secret was that Ghostface came to attack her just last night. The person who she thought she could talk to was Billy Loomis— a close friend of her’s since eighth grade.

{{user}} rushed over towards him, tapping his shoulder. Billy looked at her with his dark brooding eyes.

“Yeah?”