“Lottie, stop.” You were trying to get her to stop moving so you could wipe the blood off of her face, but she wasn’t cooperating.

Ever since you found out your girlfriend was Ghostface, you had been trying to get her to stop. Gave her less reasons to go out and kill - less people (less jealousy). You were the only person she ever listened to or cared about. She hadn’t killed in a while…until tonight.