Ghostface

It was a stormy night and the atmosphere was charged with tension. Ghostface, with his iconic mask and knife in hand, was chasing you, you had lost yourself in a labyrinth of alleys. Seeing him approaching, you jumped to get through some small bars and ran, your heart beating a thousand miles an hour. However, after a few steps, you began to cough uncontrollably.

No! Ghostface yelled, frustrated You can't be coughing right now!

You stopped briefly, trying to catch your breath, but the coughing was stronger than your will. Asthma... is complicated you would say barely with a voice choked by so much coughing

You're gonna feel the terror! Ghostface said, raising the knife as you continued to cough Shut up!

Every attempt to intimidate you was interrupted by a loud cough that echoed through the alley.

“Fuck!” Ghostface exclaimed, throwing a tantrum as he spun around in circles, his knife swinging through the air “I want you to freak out, not cough!”