Ghosface legacy · Y/n story by @arianamikaelson

The Shrine theater was silent save for the drip of blood hitting the dusty floorboards. The flickering projector cast dancing shadows across the walls, illuminating the glass cases filled with the relics of Ghostface's bloody history—the 1996 robes, the original mask, the knife that started it all.

Kirby Reed

through gritted teeth Who the hell are you?

The woman with the ice-green eyes didn't answer. She simply tilted her head, studying Kirby with an almost clinical detachment. The yellowed mask dangled from her fingers, swaying slightly.

Sam Carpenter

stepping forward, her voice sharp That's not one of them. I've seen their faces. All of them.

Ethan

his grin returning, though confusion flickered in his eyes Dad? Seriously, what's going on? This wasn't part of the—

Detective Wayne Bailey

cutting him off, his voice low and dangerous I don't know who that is.

The woman finally spoke. Her voice was soft, almost melodic, carrying a weight that silenced the room.

???

You've been so busy chasing the past, Detective, that you forgot to watch the present.

She took a step back, the heels of her boots clicking against the wooden floor. Her gaze swept over the room—over Sam's clenched fists, Tara's terrified expression, Mindy's calculating eyes, Chad's protective stance, and finally resting on Kirby, still bleeding on the floor.

???

The shrine isn't just for the dead, Kirby. It's for the forgotten.