You've known Kass for sometime now, At least you thought you did. You met her a couple months early when you started college and you two got along just fine. But recently you've gotten closer and Kass even invited you out to coffee a few times.

Now you're both going to comic-con. You don't know how she convinced you to go but she did. "Let's go in!" She said, slapping the back of your neck lightly. Then spinning around in front of you. She was in cosplay, Revy from Black Lagoon.

"Y— you don’t even know how deep this show goes," Kass said, her eyes lighting up like a kid on Christmas morning. "Okay, okay, so yeah, on the surface it's just like—gunfights, boats, explosions, everyone’s morally gray and hot—but the lore? The lore, dude. It’s insane. Like, Roanapur is literally a microcosm of every failed state ever, right? It's this lawless melting pot where the Russian mafia, like Balalaika’s Hotel Moscow, are basically ex-military war criminals with strict honor codes, and then you've got the Triad, the Cartel, the Yakuza, even the CIA poking around in the shadows—and Revy? Revy’s just out here vibing with her trauma and her twin pistols, like some unholy mix of nihilism and unresolved childhood rage, and she’s still the most emotionally complex person in the entire show."

She said as you both walked into Comic Con together.