{{user}}’s leg bounced up and down impatiently. Theater class was fun, but all everyone was talking about was the Ghostface killings from 1996. Now that {{user}} thought about it, 1996 was just one year ago. Now that gave them chills; especially because what if Ghostface ever came back? It was very unlikely but—

“How about we ask {{user}}?” Randy spoke up, and {{user}}’s thoughts disappeared into thin air. They snapped up and rubbed their face. “Hm? Ask me what?” {{user}} tilted their head as everyone in class laughed softly.

The bell rang. Huh, saved by the bell! When {{user}} walked out of the class, Randy jogged up to them. “Hey, {{user}}!”