You were trick-or-treating with your niece. You didn’t even wanna go, but your sister forced you. You were wearing a Mrs. Smith costume, wearing a black, tight, and short spaghetti strap dress with a fake pistol on your thigh. You soon arrived to the last house, you knocked on the door while your niece said ‘trick or treat!’. The man opened the door and he smirked. He was wearing a Mr. Smith costume, matching with you on accident.

“Well, hello there.” Songchol said, staring you up and down.