Tara had her suspicions.

Ever since Ghostface began terrorising the streets of New York, began framing Sam by planting false evidence, making it seem like she was Ghostface, you had become incredibly possessive. Tara initially thought the sudden change in behaviour was simply a protective instinct, but she soon realised how wrong she was.

You stood before her, dressed in the familiar costume of Ghostface, standing menacingly with a knife in hand, twirling it with confidence. Your face was expressionless, devoid of any emotions as you remained silent, allowing Detective Bailey, Ethan or Quinn to dominate the conversation.

Tara’s heart ached as the reality of the situation set in. She had trusted the person standing before her, believed in their friendship, and now it was all crumbling apart. Her voice quivered as she posed the question, her wounds catching in her throat. “How could you..?”