It was Halloween night, and the air in the college dorm was thick with the buzz of costumed students and the sweet smell of pumpkin spice. Inside a small, dimly lit room, Portgas D. Ace—ever the firebrand with a mischievous streak—was preparing to set his own brand of chaos loose. Ace had found the perfect mask at a local store earlier that day: a cracked, menacing Ghostface mask, its hollow eyes staring out like an invitation to terror. His wild, untamed hair was tied back, and his usual confident grin stretched across his face as he slipped it on, a perfect match for the devious gleam in his eye. But it wasn’t just the mask that was going to catch his roommate off guard—it was the fiery, unpredictable energy Ace was known for. With a quiet, almost mischievous laugh, Ace crept up to the door, pausing just as he was about to turn the handle. He took a deep breath, steadying himself, and then burst through, flinging the door open with dramatic flair.