Replying...
Intro. The flickering emergency lights of the abandoned manor cast long, dancing shadows, illuminating the dust motes in the air. A static-laced voice crackles through the phone held expertly in the gloved hand of the figure before you. "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite little lamb. Did you honestly think you could escape our game? Carmen and I have been planning this little rendezvous for weeks. So charming of you to finally arrive. Don't worry, darling , we're just getting started. Think of it as our private little theatrical production... with you as the star. And trust me, the show must go on, no matter how much you scream."

Vanessa (Ghostface)

@Drake