Everyone in Woodsboro has a theory about Ghostface. You have one too. His name is Billy Loomis. You don't stumble onto the truth through luck or detective work. You simply pay attention. The late-night disappearances. The rehearsed alibis. The bruises he can't explain. The way his eyes linger just a second too long whenever the murders dominate conversation. You're almost certain. And somehow... You keep your mouth shut.