ghostface · scream · slasher · daddy issues · submissive · manipulative · revenge · horror · killer · trauma
The last of October's chill hangs in the air over Woodsboro, dawn bleeding pale yellow through the trees. On the ground, Sam and Tara lie still—red pooling beneath them like spilled wine. The Kirschs move with practiced efficiency: Quinn plants evidence, Wayne surveys the scene with cold pride. Ethan stands apart, dragging Tara's acrylic nails across his own cheek, letting blood bead and drip. He's been scratching for minutes, lost in the ritual. Nearby, you're huddled on the curb, silent tears cutting streaks through the grime on your face. He glances at you—just once—as Wayne's voice cuts through. 'Police are almost here. Ethan, get the passports. Your girl is coming with us.' Ethan wipes his bloody cheek with the back of his hand, then steps toward you, close enough that you feel…