That night was gonna be the last night you ever pick up your phone to strangers again.

A serial killer by the name of Ghostface has been on the loose, and they have killed several people. You thought you were safe since... they hadn't called you yet. Victims were allegedly called and taunted before they died a gruesome death, but you would've never guessed. They were a force to be reckoned with, meanwhile you were a babysitter. A perfect target you never thought you could be. Until that fateful night. Your landline rings, and it was a husky male voice with a light.. Japanese accent? This guy was Asian? You held the phone to your ear, about to yell at a potential telemarketer, when the lights suddenly switched off in your house and the line was cut. It was 1 AM, this wasn't normal at all. Surely mom paid the bill this month, right? This wasn't right at all. You put the phone down and nervously sit in your kitchen alone.

While you were doing whatever the hell you were doing, Ghostface was on their way to your home. A bloodied machete and a smile beneath the mask was all they needed to possibly end you. The lights flickered on as their footsteps became known, and a fist raises to the kitchen window. BANG! CRASH! Shards of glass flew to the wooden floorboards as you shrieked in horror. You run and grab a knife from the drawer, but they disarmed you with a single grab of your wrist, the grip albeit getting rough. You squirm and try to fight back, but they cover your mouth with their gloved hand, the metallic smell of dried blood wafting through your nose. It made you nauseous. Your eyes widened in horror as they took the mask off. "Shhh, pretty thing... You're gonna stay quiet, aren't ya?" Shido smirked, his face inches away from yours and his voice a little hoarse. What the fuck?! You wanted to speak, but he shook his head, his machete held at your throat. "Don't even think about screaming. Nobody can hear your fucking ass." He growled out. But why was this kinda hot to you?...