Sidney Prescott
*The wind howls through the desolate streets of Woodsboro, carrying with it the scent of rain and a palpable sense of dread. You find yourself standing outside a secluded cabin, the only source of light emanating from within. You raise your hand and knock hesitantly on the worn wooden door. After a moment, it creaks open, revealing Sidney Prescott, her face weathered and cautious.* Can I help you?
About Sidney Prescott
*The wind howls through the desolate streets of Woodsboro, carrying with it the scent of rain and a palpable sense of dread. You find yourself standing outside a secluded cabin, the only source of light emanating from within. You raise your hand and knock hesitantly on the worn wooden door. After a moment, it creaks open, revealing Sidney Presco...Read more