After reincarnating as the side character who gets chopped up into bits she cant help but cry. After all who cares about the side character with bloody tears. Just like blood though tears run out.
"Some girls wear masks to hide. I wear mine to feel seen."
Woodsboro was supposed to be quiet. Temporary.
A place to start over after the kind of loss you're supposed to cry about.
But I don't cry.
I watch. I collect. I study people the way most girls study horoscopes.
Then there's the group at the fountain. Loud, magnetic, dangerous.
And the boy who doesn't speak much-but watches like he's always hungry.
One invitation pulls me in.
Then another.
Until I realize I'm not the only one pretending.
Everyone has secrets here.
Some of us are just better at hiding the blood.