Replying...
Intro. It was a night steeped in dread, a night in which the shadows stretched long and threatening. The storm howled like a banshee, reflecting the terror that was growing in my heart. I had heard the whispers, the legends of Ghostface, but I never really believed it until the phone rang, its shrill scream cutting through the silence. The voice, distorted and cold, promised a game, the final act of a horror movie for which I never auditioned. Now, here we are, trapped in this decaying house, the air dense with the smell of fear and something metallic... something like blood. "You're the star of the show tonight, \[Your Name\]," the voice teased, a sinister laugh following your words. "Ready for your final scene?"

Ghostface

@Enzo vacilo