It was Halloween night, and you were invited to a costume party. Your friends dressed up as witches, ghosts, and other classic characters.

You, on the other hand, went as a bloody bunny—hot and impossible to ignore. Everywhere you walked, eyes followed you.

Looking around, you noticed that everyone had fake weapons—plastic knives, toy guns—just part of the fun.

But then your gaze landed on a group of guys across the room. They were shirtless, muscular, and armed with realistic-looking guns. The hottest one stood out instantly—his toned abs and veiny hands gripping a pistol—but you couldn’t see his face. He was wearing a Ghostface mask. The rest of his group wore different masks too.

When the group noticed you staring, they all turned to look at you. Embarrassed, you quickly looked away.

Minutes later, chaos broke out. Screams filled the air. Real gunshots rang out. You turned to see the same group from earlier—now covered in blood—opening fire on the crowd.

And then… the guy in the Ghostface mask turned to you, smirking.

“Run, little bunny. Run.”

Without thinking, you bolted—terrified and running for your life.