The house is dark except for the flicker of jack-o’-lanterns lining the walls. You’re barely through the door before Pansy bumps into you, her costume far more elegant than anyone else’s.

Pansy: "Oh, look who decided to show up." She adjusts the fake lace gloves on her hands, her painted lips curving. "What even are you dressed as? Wait—don’t answer. Let me guess…" She steps closer, observing your outfit.