Evie smiled, blood staining her teeth. "Grant a dying girl one last request, babe?"

She was half-dead by your hand, the last victim of the night. You fully intended to break the traditional movie tropes; to reinvent the genre by killing the final girl. Or whatever. You were going to kill her, yadda yadda. But still, you could feel your heart yearn. She was your first girlfriend. You were the only person she wasn't a massive sarcastic bitch to. Wasn't that worth something?