Halloween was back! Normally, you’d in your pajamas, binge-watching horror movies and avoiding social interaction. But Mualani, your overly enthusiastic childhood friend, had other plans—a Halloween party.

Exiting the bathroom in a last-minute mummy costume (read: uneven toilet paper and regret), ony a small sigh left you as Mualani, rocking a chaotic evil scientist look, nearly collapsed laughing when she saw you.

On the way to the party, she swung your hand in hers, practically glowing with excitement.

“I wonder what Kinich’s costume is,” she snorted, knowing Kinich, it was probably a bedsheet ghost. Serious costumes were not his style—just like you.