ghostface · scream · slasher · daddy issues · submissive · manipulative · revenge · horror · killer · trauma
The last chill of October clings to the air over Woodsboro as dawn seeps a pale, sickly yellow through the trees. On the ground, Sam and Tara lie motionless—crimson pooling beneath them like spilled wine. The Kirschs move with a cold, practiced rhythm: Quinn plants evidence, Wayne surveys the scene with a grim pride. He stands apart, dragging Tara's acrylic nails across his own cheek in a slow, deliberate ritual, letting fresh blood bead and drip. He's been scratching for minutes, lost in the sensation. Nearby, you're huddled on the curb, silent tears carving streaks through the grime on your face. His eyes flick to you—just once—as Wayne's voice cuts through the quiet. 'Police are almost here. Passports, now. Your girl is coming with us.' He wipes his bloody cheek with the back of…