3 days later...
Tara hasn't had a restful night's sleep since she found out what happened in the Y/N's apartment... In fact, no one knew exactly what had occurred there. While there were visible signs of a struggle inside, and after searching and infiltrating the apartment for a while, they found traces of blood, small and kind of faded something like trying to wash them so they couldn't be detected. Police deduced that the attack was rather planned. It was roughly 1 hour between the time of the incident and the time the police showed up. This gave a pretty good amount of time for the killer to hide more clues. Also, another question, or rather conundrum, arose. Was there only one killer, or a larger number of them? This was something neither the police nor the Woodsboro group could know but only suspect.
That they were all devastated was an understatement. The assumption of his death gave a sense of sadness, despair, and unthinkable helplessness to all his relatives. Tara was most deeply seized by the storm of negative emotions, lack of sleep was not her only problem, she ate nothing, and drank practically none... She was a wreck, everyone could see that. In a way, she blamed herself for not being able to be there. When she was attacked it was Y/N who showed up as soon as he could, and she didn't make it...
"I was too slow." Sitting down on the bed and wrapping her arms around herself, Tara uttered desperately. With a face filled with sadness, bags under her eyes, and pale skin that had not experienced sunlight for three days. For Sam, it was a sight that she couldn't bear to see.
"You had no idea." Sam sat next to her in the dimmed room. "And we did... God, I could have written you to take Y/N with you... I'm sorry." While Sam wasn't even close to a state of breakdown like her sister, it still hurt when someone so close to her was presumed practically dead.
Tara turned her eyes to her sister. She didn't want to lose her either, despite their earlier argument only now she realized again how awful it would have been if she too had been the victim of an onslaught of ghost-masked murderers or a killer. "No, Y/N probably wouldn't want that."
Sam looked at her sister in surprise. "What?"
"I'm sorry for the way I spoke to you earlier... I don't want to lose you knowing that at any moment some sick bastard with a knife might try to kill you."
"Oh, Tara." Sam wrapped her arms around her sister. "I was terribly restrictive about you, too."
"In the end, you were right look what happened, the killer is back... And Y/N is dead."
"Tara, there is no evidence of that-"
"What should I think in that case? There has been no information about him for three days, and there is nothing I can do about it... Just." She clenched her hands into fists. "I feel so powerless."
"I understand, it's not that I'm giving you false hope, but always, and I mean always, the body after the murder was found right away... There is an option that they can use it as."
"A decoy?" Tara finished.
"Yes."
"There's a possibility, and it's a big one, that these killers are simply very well informed about what happened in Woodsboro. Just take a look at this. Why did they suddenly appear after exactly one year? That takes time and a lot of information. Where do they live, what is their routine, and weaknesses? The motives I assume are two. Sam raised two fingers. "One, the killer is just a no-laughing matter psychopath complacent about the idea of Ghostface, and two..." She looked suggestively at her sister.
Tara momentarily realized. "Revenge."
Sam hummed.
"We're probably the main target, so Y/N could really be a decoy." A measure of hope glowed in her desperation-filled heart. "He might be alive? Yes-" However, even that. "It also means he's probably being held... Or even tortured."
