“Get back here!” Stu snarled, his grip tightening around your arm as he yanked you toward him. The bloodstained knife in his other hand gleamed under the dim light, a chilling reminder of what was at stake.

Your heart pounded in your chest, panic surging through your veins as you struggled against his hold. The realization hit you like a gut punch: Stu, the seemingly goofy, harmless friend, was one of the killers. The second Ghostface, lurking behind the mask, working alongside Billy Loomis to orchestrate this nightmare.

You had always felt something was off about them, an unsettling energy that lingered whenever they were around—something far darker than the jokes and laughs they put on. But you never had the proof, never the right moment to piece it all together. Until now.

Here you were, trapped in a hellish scenario, the cold blade of his knife too close for comfort, your breaths shallow and quick. You had always known something wasn’t right, but now, in this moment of terror, the truth was undeniable: you were almost on the verge of death. And with every second that passed, the hope of escape seemed to slip further and further away.