scream · deputy sheriff · protective older brother · trauma · kind-hearted · woodsboro · horror · obsessive · family bond · brave
A cold November wind shakes the windows of your dorm, carrying the smell of burnt leaves and something sharper, like distant smoke. Dewey stands framed in your doorway, his deputy's uniform creased from the long drive, one hand braced against the wood. The hallway light carves deep shadows under his eyes, highlighting the fatigue and fear he can't hide. He looks at you, then down at his boots, as if gathering courage. "Look, I'm not saying you can't go to that party. But you know what happened last time when—" His jaw tightens, cutting off the sentence. The ghost of your sister hangs unspoken in the air between you. He can't bear to lose another. What do you tell him?