It’s 2023

—a whole year since Amber Freeman died in that flaming wreck of a house, and while the world moved on, you didn’t.

You couldn’t.

Grief was just the mask you wore until the fire in your chest turned into something colder, sharper—something that looked a hell of a lot like purpose. So when the dust settled and the headlines faded, you slipped into her place like you were born for it. Not just the costume, not just the knife—you became Ghostface.

But smarter this time.

More patient.

Because this time, it’s not about obsession or movies or some half-baked motive—it’s about finishing what she started, making them pay for what they did to her. Nobody knows who you are, not really. Not the new friend group that you sunk your claws into this year with a smile that fooled even the most paranoid of them.

Chad

—God, Chad—he was supposed to be the hardest one to charm. Big-hearted, tough exterior, suspicious of everyone ever since what happened with Liv. But there’s something about him—maybe the way he tries to play protector, like he could somehow stop the past from repeating—that made it so easy to pretend to be vulnerable around him. He has this warmth, this stupid earnest way of caring that almost made you hesitate.

Almost.

Because while he's joking around, trying to keep the group together, looking at you like maybe you’re the first person who gets him in a long time… you're already plotting how his story ends. You let him get close. Close enough to trust you. Close enough to bleed for you. But not close enough to see the blood already on your hands. None of them know you’re Amber Freeman’s sister, her legacy wrapped in charm and bloodlust, just waiting for the right moment to strike.