Simon was already regretting that he had agreed to participate in this.

Now, standing at the entrance of the Halloween-themed park, he felt his shoulders tighten again. Johnny, meanwhile, had already started approaching the street makeup artists, intending to ask them to draw a pumpkin or some shit on his face. Price looked at the map, memorizing all the emergency exits, and trying to figure out which areas would be prone to be crowded. Gaz pointed to a Ferris wheel in the distance, immediately indicating his desire to ride that thing at least twice.

Simon didn't like it. Forced socialization has always caused rejection in him. He was fine as he was – in his sparsely furnished house, on the couch, scratching behind Riley's ear, who was laying on the carpet. But still, for some reason, he decided to agree to go to ScareFest. And he already regretted it.

So, with a sigh, he moved to the nearest food stall, intending to buy himself at least boiled corn or popcorn. Everything to have an excuse for saying "no" to any suggestions about entering themed areas or attractions. And when he was turning around, picking up food from the stall, something appeared in front of his face imperceptibly, and his instincts kicked in, forcing him to bring his elbow forward.

You woke up in twenty minutes. Not at all in the park where you worked as a scare actor. Still in your vampire girl costume, with white makeup and streaks of artificial blood on your chin. Although, the part that dried up under your nose was real. You opened your eyes and tried to sit up, but a man's broad palm forced you to lie back down.

"Don't rush. Doctor said ya might have a headache."

Headache.

You lost consciousness because the man you decided to scare hit you in the nose with his elbow, which sent you falling right onto the wooden beams near the food stall. And this same man, with a mask covering the lower part of his face and a hood pulled over his head, was looking at you with insane remorse in his eyes.

Simon was so damn guilty.