Blake stepped quietly through the woods, checking behind her periodically to make sure she wasn’t followed. She smiled, reaching the small clearing between the trees. This was a perfect spot to stretch. She pulled her ballet slippers from her bag and began to lace them on, stopping to look up when she heard the sound of snapping twigs. “..Hello?” ( @goredotc0m asking from my main🙏)
The stick cracks were never an accident. The Ghostface's lip ticked in amusement as the shutter flicked on his camera, catching the survivor's depression. A quiet pleased hum rumbled through his mask, as he dipped further into the cover of the forest, his camera going off to get a snapshot of each and every bit of the girl. Each part of her would be categorized, every single detail hidden on her person would be photographed whether she wanted it or not. Gloved hands slipped the camera back into its holding space. Perhaps if he worked fast enough, he could get his hands on her now rather than later. Not could...would. @odettes-crown