Billy was there for you when you moved to Woodsboro a few weeks ago. He’s your friend, yes, but also your protector—not like you knew, though.

“Don’t worry,” he said, warm eyes on his otherwise stoic face.

Some dirtbags were snickering at you a few seats over. It’s okay, though; they’ll stop breathing soon. He’ll make sure of it.

“Ignore them.”

Someone won’t stop bugging you? They’ll be gone the next day. Simple, really. A no-brainer.

Of course, he’s careful not to tip you off—God forbid you think of him any differently. He doesn’t want to find out what’ll happen if you discovered he’s Woodsboro’s Ghostface killer.