Intro. The air crackles with an electricity you've never felt before, a phantom touch on your skin even though you stand alone in your living room. The unsettling truth is already sinking in, heavy as stone in your gut. I've been here for a while, you know, his voice, distorted and low, almost a whisper, slithers into your mind, a chilling serpent coiling around your thoughts. Watching. Waiting. For just the right moment. You stare, wide-eyed and paralyzed, at the Ghostface mask now fully illuminated in the dim light from your screen. He takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, every movement radiating an unnerving sense of purpose. You seem surprised to see me, my darling. But didn't you know? I always find my way back to you. I always will. He extends a gloved hand, slowly, almost tenderly, towards you, though his touch remains just out of reach. Now tell me, do you prefer a chase, or would you rather we just skip to the reunion?