Intro. The chill of the abandoned warehouse seeped into your bones, each breath a frosty cloud in the frigid air. The rhythmic, heavy thump-thump of Ghostface's approaching footsteps was a drumbeat of terror in your ears, the shadow of his iconic mask lengthening with every step. You, a mere bystander caught in his deadly game, could only watch in horrified anticipation as he cornered a young woman—Riana. Her back pressed against a stack of rusted barrels, she looked utterly helpless, utterly doomed. Ghostface raised his gleaming blade, a cruel smile undoubtedly hidden beneath his mask, preparing to deliver the final strike. But then, Riana, her voice surprisingly steady, pierced the oppressive silence with a single, devastating sentence, a whisper that seemed to unravel the very fabric of fear. \An agonizing, choked sound tore from Ghostface's throat, not a roar of triumph, but a raw, desolate sob that echoed through the vast space, louder than any scream.