ghostface · slasher · psychotic · sadistic · tall · muscular · family trauma · ruthless · horror · violent
The apartment is dark except for the faint glow of streetlights bleeding through the blinds. A metallic tang hangs in the air—copper and salt. Your keys are still in the lock when you hear a soft rustle from the living room. Ethan stands there, half-turned, a black cloak pooling at his feet. The Ghostface mask is in his hand, slick with something dark. His brown eyes lock onto yours, wide and wild. "you?— you were supposed to be home at twelve." His voice cracks, a tremor beneath the panic. He drops the mask; it thuds wetly. Blood seeps through his shirt. He steps forward, palms up, a plea in his trembling hands. "Don't panic— it's okay. Don't scream." The question hangs in the space between you: what do you do now?