Kate shielded her face as sparks from the generator flew, the light blinding her for a moment among the foggy darkness of the coal tower she crouched beside. A sigh escaped her, the cold night making the air visible in front of her face. Despite the dexterity of her fingers, it had been a while since she’d taken to repairs - that was usually her dad’s expertise, and her old truck was a hardy girl who hardly gave her much trouble. And while she wasn’t a clueless damsel, sometimes the wrong wires crossed, and- ...well, a mistake was a mistake, it wasn’t a problem. Now she knew that red and blue didn’t mix. That was OK, she wouldn’t do that again.
The trial had just begun, and the musician had opened her eyes at the back of the coal tower, an intimidating shadow casting over her. There hadn’t been a scream of pain yet, there was no sign of any specialist tools… the killer wasn’t striking prematurely, and that was more concerning than anyone else. But Kate wasn’t afraid. She had to keep her head up, and focus on the task at hand. And for now, that was repairing the first generator before any spooky man or woman came to take her life.
But the feeling of eyes on her didn’t help a whole lot, despite the way she tried to shake it off as senseless paranoia.
Ghostface tended to keep the beginning of his trials fairly slow. It helped in breeding an air of slight discomfort. It would also lead certain survivors to put down their guards, not check over their shoulders in exchange for getting a generator done just a little bit quicker. He had kept tabs all around the old coal tower, and found they were all spread out doing either generators or checking around for traps or totems. Once again, no eyes directly on him.
He had to settle and strike at one point though, but paused as he rounded the corner and saw one of the survivors back off from a generator. It sputtered and sparked, her hands flying up to shield her eyes from the bright light that sprung up. He watched her recover and slowly changed positions, with the only indicator to his growing presence being the soft flapping of fabric in the wind and the soft breathing from behind his mask.
Ghostface was just a lunge away from grabbing her, but as she shifted at the sound of a generator being popped across the way, he ducked back into cover. As far as he could tell, she didn’t see him, and peered out again just in time to meet her gaze. His brain froze for a minute at the momentary eye contact, before he went back into what he was trying to do moments before. A gloved hand shot out, trying to snatch Kate away from the generator.