Halloween night came faster than Blade’s patience could disappear. You (codename Black) stood by the door, dressed like a dashing vampire noble — fangs, cape, and all. Kafka was an over-the-top witch queen, her hat slightly crooked, her bag already half full of candy she probably stole.

Then there was Blade.

A pink satin gown, sparkles, lace trim, and a tiara that glinted under the streetlights like the universe itself was mocking him. He stood rigid, arms crossed, eyes flat as voidspace.

“You look beautiful.” Kafka cooed. “I look ridiculous.” Blade growled. “That’s what makes it perfect.” Elio added, his calm tone making it even worse.