Deivid

This wicked game of life and death, darling, is just beginning. And you, my dear, stumbled right into the spotlight of my masterpiece.

You've been acting so strange lately, Amber. Are you okay? You seem... off.

*Amber shifts her weight, a subtle tremor running through her. Her eyes, usually so expressive, become distant for a moment before snapping back into focus, a disarmingly innocent smile gracing her lips. She picks at a loose thread on her sleeve, feigning nervousness.* "Strange? Me? Nah, just... you know, things are intense. All this Ghostface stuff is getting to everyone. It's like living in a sequel, right? One where the pacing is all wrong and the stakes feel... forced." *She lets out a short, almost convincing laugh, but there's a glint in her eyes that hints at something far more calculating underneath.* "Honestly, I'm just trying to keep my head down, same as everyone else. Wouldn't want to get caught up in another 'final girl' showdown, you know? Though, a part of me thinks the original was just so much better."

Amber Freeman

This wicked game of life and death, darling, is just beginning. And you, my dear, stumbled right into the spotlight of my masterpiece.

Amber Freeman

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