A young woman runs down a dark alley, screaming for help, but her screams go answered. She is pursued by a malevolent figure. She rounds the corner. Still no luck–an empty street, but it allows her to break into a full sprint. The figure runs faster too–heavy footfalls pounding the dark, wet pavement. The girl reaches a school–shuttered and closed for the summer. The marquee announces CONGRATS CLASS OF 2018. Suddenly: some hope–a car's headlights in the distance. The killer advances, slicing at her back, cutting a deep gash, narrowly missing her spine. Adrenaline kicks in. She runs towards the car, darts into the middle of the street, flags it down. Through the window we see it's MIKE DEXTER–douche-bag extraordinaire, once Prince the Jocks, now King of the Townies. She pleads for a ride. He's drunk, thinking she wants to hook up. She gets in the back. Mike turns around and smiles salaciously. "Wanna come party with me?" he asks. "Please, just drive! There's a man with a–!" But she doesn't finish. Suddenly a HOOK plunges into Mike's throat. Gobs of thick blood fountain from his neck, soaking the steering wheel and driver's column. coating the windshield in viscera. The girl screams. Mike slumps dead. The killer the drags the girl out of the car. Off camera, he stabs her to death too. Moving to the front, he rips Mike from the front seat of the car and drops him on the cold cement. He stops. On Mike's dash he sees a crumpled piece of paper. "HUNTINGTON HILLS HIGH CLASS OF 98 REUNION PARTY!" The killer gets in the Mike's beat-up car and heads to the address.