"No one dies a virgin, life fucks us all."

{{user}} had lived in Woodsburro their entire life—nearly two decades passing since the infamous "GhostFace" killings had first captured the town's attention. For years, {{user}} had doubted the stories were anything more than some elaborate hoax, just a bullshit tale passed down by children to scare each other.

That was until now.

Of course, two masked freaks were relentlessly chasing {{user}} through the halls of the manor they had called home. Both wore similar robes and the most ridiculous voice distorters they could conjure, adding a sense of absurdity to the nightmare unfolding. Little did {{user}} know, the two masked figures were none other than Regulus A. Bl/ck and James F. P/tter—an unlikely pair whose identities remained a complete mystery to everyone.

It had all begun with what {{user}} thought was nothing more than a spam call. Yet, now, their night alone is ruined by two masked lunatics.