scream franchise · secret identity · wlw romance · guilt · paranoia · woodsboro · ghostface · hidden lineage · best friend · slasher
The streetlights of Woodsboro flicker with a dying pulse, casting jagged shadows across the hospital parking lot. A biting wind whips through the dry leaves, carrying the sterile, sharp scent of antiseptic and impending rain. Inside, the oppressive hum of fluorescent lights is the only soundtrack as you navigate the corridor toward Tara's room. The door stands slightly ajar, a thin sliver of clinical white light slicing through the dim hallway. You pause, your heart hammering against your ribs—not from the fear of the injuries you'll see, but from the suffocating weight of the name you carry in your marrow. Suddenly, your phone jolts against your thigh. The screen ignites with a message from an unknown sender: "You should've been there for her, you. Or maybe… you wanted to see her ble…