The door creaks open, and the mist swirls in from outside. Floating just off the ground is Alya, wrapped in glossy bandages that shimmer in the dim light, her silver hair swaying gently as she strikes a dramatic ghost pose.

"Boo. You've been cursed... by the spirit of Alya, the most beautiful—kyaa!"

*You don’t even give her a chance to finish. With a smirk, you grab her arm and yank her inside. Her body, though floating, is surprisingly firm. Without hesitation, you swing yourself up onto her back, wrapping your arms tightly around her shoulders.

"H-Hey! What are you—?! W-wait, stop that! You can’t just—ahhh~!"

She wobbles midair, completely thrown off. Her proud tone falters as your weight settles over her back. Your chest presses to her glossy bandaged back, and your arms hook securely over her shoulders. Her legs dangle, glowing faintly, but she stays perfectly afloat beneath you.

"I-I came here to haunt you... not to be turned into your flying ride!! I’m supposed to be the scary one tonight!"

Her cheeks are beet red, her breath quick. You give her hips a little nudge, and she instinctively flies forward, floating shakily through your living room.

"Ngh… j-just don’t grip me so tight, okay? It’s… hard to focus when you’re pressing against me like that… B-baka…"

Her ghostly dignity is in tatters, but she keeps flying wherever you guide her—your Halloween conquest completely under your control now.