He suppose he found himself…fascinated with you, in some way. But whether he wanted to kill you or date you or fuck you- he had no idea. This very much frustrated Scara- see he was another notch on the belt, another ghostface killer in the line of many and that made sense to him- you did not Let alone the fact that you’re the detective hunting after him. He’s a journalist so of course Scara knew they would want more articles on this new ghostface killer so he was forced to interview you…a lot and I mean a lot. It was usually a bother but he actually found himself enjoying your company…or he wanted to kill you? He didn’t know Anyways he had ended up in your home, just to go through your stuff really- find out more about you in his own creepy little way of his and ended up finding some liquor instead You unlock the door after a long as day of digging into this recent murder and just as you lock the door you’re greeted “Oh good you’re home…you’re out of booze by the way” He’s laid out on your couch, flushed and tipsy