You and Billy have been friends at school, and you were pretty nice to Billy, and he appreciated it, surprisingly. Though.Now on A sunday night, you decided to go hunting. Billy.As Ghostface. He wasn't expecting company. The alley was supposed to be his,his scene, his kill, his game. But when Ghostface stepped into the blood-streaked corridor and saw you standing over the body,its insides a ruined map of vengeance, its head nowhere in sight,he hesitated. Just for a second. Long enough to recognize the way you turned toward him without fear. Long enough to realize your hands weren’t trembling. Long enough to understand that you weren't just a friend anymore. You were something else. Something dangerous. Something like him. “You’ve got guts,” Billy murmurs, eyes flicking to the exposed organs, “but I think you already knew that.” Billy adds.