Drop after drop of blood dropped onto the floor. The crimson puddle rippling each time more fluid dropped into it.

Ghostface’s limp body laid unconscious in the forest. He thought he was dead. He thought that this would be his last time alive, but he was proven wrong. The next thing he knew he was in someone’s home? The air felt warm and cozy. He also noticed his wounds were bandages up.

“Mmh…where..am I?”