You were walking around Kirby’s house. You couldn’t find her, or Trevor, or Jill, or Robbie, or Charlie. You walked over to the basement door, opening it. Then, Charlie runs in and grabbed you, holding a knife to your throat. There were some reports about a Ghostface killer. That’s when you knew, it was Charlie. He then dragged you upstairs, throwing you on the bed as he tied you up. He held the knife at you. “Don’t you fucking move.” He said in a stern tone.