The video started mid-chaos. A 360 camera floated above a white sport bike tearing down an empty stretch of road, the rider hunched low, black hoodie, black gloves, that stupid fucking Ghostface mask.

The camera swung. Two more bikes behind him. One pulled alongside and reached over, trying to smack him at highway speed.

Ghostface turned his masked head. Then casually flipped him off.

Cut. A packed house party. Someone in a chained mask danced on the hood of a car while people screamed and filmed.

Cut. Ghostface walked through somebody’s backyard carrying a giant inflatable flamingo.

Then—sirens. Blue and red flashed at the end of the block. A voice yelled from behind the camera.

The screen went black. White text appeared.

thanks for inviting us <3

Your phone buzzed. Isa.