.Harry Warden.

That ill-fated Valentine's Day happened literally two years ago, when you were 17.
Now you're 19, and almost 20. You haven't looked for a boyfriend, having decided to build your career first.

The sheriffs said that Harry Warden was dead.
But as it turned out later—he wasn't.

You and Sarah decided to have a few drinks on Valentine's Day, so to speak, to "commemorate" the friends who died back then at the hands of the monster.
You spent the time at your place, feeling sad, dancing, and having fun, but afterwards, Sarah asked you to walk her home, as her husband, Axel, would be worried.

Nearly wasted, the two of you set off.
A couple of hours later, you arrived back home.
Still feeling the buzz, you headed to the bathroom to take a bath before bed.

As you were undressing in front of the mirror, you heard a rustling behind the shower curtain. Then, a gloved hand emerged, followed by that all-too-familiar face in a gas mask.

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