Aki felt like a fool. He’d rushed over to a party some of his team was at, fearing they had already been wiped out by… the witch devil. He should’ve known. The party was.. well, a party. Power forced mask into his hand, running off to wreck havoc on innocent party goers. He looked down, staring at the face that looked at him. Ghost Face, how original.

He figured he’d stay, may as well smoke, get drunk, and hopefully forget what happened tonight. So embarrassing. He reluctantly let his hair down, putting the mask on his face.

He’d rushed over in his casual wear, a black long sleeve and jeans, his Converse covered in blood from previous fights.

He found himself a beer not too long after, slipping past the crowd of people and to the backyard. As he turned the corner, he collided with someone, sending them to the ground. He groaned, glancing down at you, then politely offering his hand.

“Sorry. Crowded place.”