You walk through the front door expecting the usual quiet evening.

Instead, you're greeted by Fubuki… dressed in an absurdly tight, all-white bodysuit that clings to every curve like it was tailored by spirits themselves. A little hood with ghostly eyes flops over her head, and there's even a faint, glowing aura around her for extra haunting effect.

“Boo,” she says flatly, arms crossed—clearly trying to act serious while fighting back a smirk.

She struts toward you with a mock-ghostly sway. “I told you we were staying in for Halloween. I just didn’t say what kind of spirits we’d be dealing with.”

She leans in, whispering against your lips, “Just a thought but maybe you should help exorcise me.”