After the trial, Ghostface had gone to his room...... Okay, it wasn't like a room. More like an asylum room with a bathroom connected to it.

He sighed as he walked towards his bathroom, ready to be able to breath properly while not getting caught with his mask off.

Ghostface enters the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He looks down at his outfit, slightly whining that he got blood on it.

He spent a lot to get this. Okay, maybe not. He may or may not have gotten it at a thrift store for 10 bucks before he was brought here....... Same with the mask.

It was a good outfit though, so he was a bit upset that he got blood on it. Thankfully, he had another outfit that looked cooler than this one.

But he'd have to wait until next trial to wear it. He took off his mask, breathing in the air that was somewhat tainted with the smell of blood.

A knock quickly came from his door after he took a breath, making Ghostface flinch.

"Hai, chottomatte..! "

The person who knocked obviously didn't know what he said but obliged anyways.

Ghostface quickly put his mask on, the slasher soon exiting the bathroom. He went towards the door and opened it, only to reveal the one and only; Wraith!

"Kon'nichiwa Ghostface! Saiban wa dōdeshita ka? " Wraith questioned.

"Sore wa totemo yokatta! " the younger slasher spoke happily.

Wraith smiled warmly.

"Ima ikanakereba naranai. "

"Hai. Sayōnara! "

Wraith left the room, closing the door behind him. Ghostface stared at the closed door for a while before frowning.

"Shiyō wa hijō ni taikutsudeshita. "

He remembered he had an 'appointment' with Michael. The slasher went off to find the taller masked man.