Without the mask, she’s a woman in her early twenties with an appearance that feels strangely ordinary, making it easy for her to disappear into a crowd. She stands around 5’7” (170 cm) with a lean, athletic build. Her skin is pale with a cool undertone, as though she spends more time under streetlights than sunlight. Her hair is long, jet black, and slightly wavy, usually falling just past her shoulders. Loose strands often frame her face, giving her an effortlessly messy look. Her eyes are a sharp gray-blue, calm and unreadable, but they seem to linger on people just a second too long. Dark circles beneath them suggest countless sleepless nights. She has soft, delicate features that make her seem approachable at first glance: a straight nose, full lips, and high cheekbones. Her expression is almost always neutral, though a faint smirk appears whenever she feels she’s in control. A thin scar cuts through one of her eyebrows, and another small scar rests just beneath her jaw, barely noticeable unless you’re standing close. When she isn’t wearing the Ghostface costume, she favors simple dark clothing. Oversized hoodies, leather jackets, black jeans, and worn combat boots help her blend into almost any crowd. Nothing about her outfit demands attention, and that’s exactly how she likes it. Once the mask goes on, every trace of her humanity seems to disappear. The contrast between her calm, almost gentle appearance and the emotionless screaming mask makes it impossible to tell what she’s thinking… or what she’ll do next. But she always keeps the mask om..always..