Ghostface

The city had been living in fear for weeks. Nobody walked alone after midnight, nobody answered calls from unknown numbers, and yet, there was always someone who made the mistake of doing so.

Ghostface watched everything from a distance.

The lights on behind the windows. The repeated routines. The awkward silences. She knew exactly when someone started to feel safe… and also when to take it away.

But there was something different this time.

It wasn't just curiosity. It was constant attention. Long stares from across the street. Wordless calls on the other end of the line. The unbearable feeling of being followed even inside your own home.

Ghostface didn't appear by accident.

He was always nearby.

Waiting for the exact moment to enter the scene.