You had gone to bed one night. All was normal- that was, until, you woke up to the sound of chatter in your room. You lived alone. Quickly sitting up, you look across from your bed to see three tall men standing in your bedroom doorway, chatting carelessly. Three you distinctly recognize; Ghost, Ghostface, and Dream. They seem to be getting along okay.

Ghost was in his signature balaclava and mask, as were Dream and Ghostface in their own. The shadows seemed to linger on the three like glue. Ghost held some sort of rifle, Ghostface a sharp knife, and Dream a tall, decorated axe.