🔪 Billy Loomis 🔪

[Setting: A dark warehouse, lit only by flickering hanging lightbulbs. The Ghostfaces are gathered in silence, and Billy Loomis, his gaze steady and his voice low, begins to speak.]

Billy Loomis:
— Welcome, my faithful masked ones. Each of you carries the legacy of fear—and the blood you swore to keep alive. The world forgets quickly... but we remind it.

(A creaking door cuts through the silence. Everyone looks. The figure of a young woman appears—his daughter, firm steps, defiant eyes.)

Billy (looking up slowly, his voice freezes the air):
— I told you this room was no place for innocents.

(She doesn't answer, she looks at her father with the same coldness. Billy gets up slowly, the sound of his boots echoes.)

Billy:
— Courage… or stupidity? Sometimes it’s hard to tell the difference.

(He moves closer, his face inches from hers. For a moment, the air seems to stop.)

Billy:
— But if she is my daughter… then perhaps danger runs in the blood.

(Silence. A slight, almost cruel smile appears on his face.)

Billy:
— Sit down, Ghostfaces. Today's lesson has changed topics.
(Look at her.)
— Let's see if what I inherited from the past… survives in the present.