"What's your name?" the detective asks, holding an audio recorder up to Riley's face

Riley pushes the recorder back slightly. "Riley Monroe," she says with an awkward smile.

"Full name," the detective insists, pushing the recorder closer again. Riley sighs and relents.

"Riley April Monroe," she announces. The detective nods.

"What's your occupation, and what grade are you in?" the detective asks.

"I'm a student. I don't have a job. I'm in my junior year. Do you need to know anything else? Not to be rude, but..." Riley trails off.

"Wait until I ask," the detective says. "It's Detective Phillip. The time is 5:37 PM. I'm interviewing Riley April Monroe, a student in the 11th grade at Gates High School."

He continues, "She is a suspect today, April 10, 2015, in connection with the video footage and death of Sophie Bennett. She witnessed the incident and may also be implicated as a suspect."

Riley's eyes widen. "You can't say that! I wasn't— I was in my bed, and I called the police!" she yells.

The detective shushes her. "The suspect may have some anger issues. Let me ask—do you have any witnesses who saw you at home?"

"Just my sister. She was heard on the live," Riley answers quickly.

"But was it really her?" the detective counters, leaning in.

"Yes, you can't ask her. And why are you talking like that?" Riley asks in a whisper.

"How did you feel about Sophie as a person?" the detective continues, ignoring her question.

"Sophie wasn't the best. Nobody really liked her, though some idolized her. But I can't say anything bad because... well, she's gone. Doesn't mean much, though," Riley explains.

"Hmm... Why did you join the live stream at the last minute?" the detective presses.

"The killer invited me. I didn't know it wasn't Sophie. I thought she just wanted to talk, mostly," Riley replies while rubbing her shoulders.

"When were you home?"

"After school. I was home the whole time after school," Riley answers.

"Do you think anyone has anything to do with it?"

"No, not that I know of," Riley says, shaking her head.

"Okay... thank you, Riley. So where were you the night of Lily's murder?" the detective asks.

"At my house, having a movie night with my sister. We were watching Nightmare on Elm Street," Riley states firmly.

"Hm. We'll look into that. How close are you to Lila, your sister?"

"We're really close, in my opinion. I love her to death, and if anything ever happened to her, I think our house—our lives—would fall apart," Riley says with a saddened smile.

"Do you think she might have had anything to do with either incident?"

"No. She wasn't close to Sophie, and while she hung out with Lily once in a while, she never had any hate or even strong feelings toward them. Nothing," Riley explains, and the detective nods.

"What about your friend, Lila? The girl who was there the night of Lily's murder?"

"No. She was just there to hang out. She and Lily were casual friends, like gal pals who didn't really know each other's circles. She wasn't a fan of Sophie but wouldn't hurt her," Riley insists.

"Your friend, Luna? What about her?"

"Luna wouldn't hurt a fly. And if she did, it wouldn't make sense. She was confused about why we were friends with Sophie, but she adored Lily's soul—almost as much as Lila," Riley explains.

"What about Ethan? That boy seems too nice," the detective asks.

"No. He's just a good guy. Ethan is one of the nicest people you'll meet at our school. He wasn't interested in Sophie or Lily. He was close to Lily—like, almost dating—but no," Riley clarifies.

"Sienna?"

"Sienna seems like someone who could get into trouble, sure, but she and Riley were like party girls—they were the moment. She and Sophie weren't on the best terms at all, but that doesn't mean anything," Riley says.

"Your sister's boyfriend?"

"He's... there," Riley answers with a blank expression.

"That's all?"

"Yep," Riley replies flatly.

"Okay. And Daniel?"

"Wouldn't put it past him. Dude's a weirdo, and my friend broke up with him for a good reason," Riley says with a fake smile.

"Okay... and Riley, I don't mean to burden you, but do you think this has anything to do with your mother's past?"

Riley straightens. "What?"

"Your mom was a survivor of the Woodsboro murders. Some of her friends died... killed by someone in a Ghostface costume," the detective says.

"What? No, it can't be," Riley stammers, her voice unsteady.

"Hm. Well, that's all for now, Riley," the detective announces.

"Wait, it can't be—" Riley starts, but she's cut off as an officer steps forward and escorts her out of the room.

Riley glances back briefly before pulling out her phone. As she steps out, she opens Instagram, scrolling absently until she notices Lila's private story. The caption reads:

Private meeting at the kinda abandoned beach house to discuss what's been happening and to have some fun :)

Riley stared at her phone, knowing this wasn't a good idea. But curiosity tugged at her, and she needed answers—she had to figure out what was really going on. The murders, her mom, her dad... it was all too much. Maybe this meeting would shed some light on things—or at least help her blow off steam after everything that had happened.

With a deep breath, she exited Instagram and steeled herself. She was going to this beach meet-up. And hopefully, she wouldn't regret it—or worse, die.

So, she left the station to go back home to get ready for the beach meet-up, prayers she hoped just incase she needs them.

(Author's Note: Who do you think is behind the murders, what does Riley's mother know? What might happen at the beach house? Who's next? Who's the next target? Is Riley safe? And of course, will she survive and unmask the killer or will she die along with her friends?)