The sound of the zipline made you tense up. It was an involuntary reaction, the memory of the last time you crossed still lingering in your mind. Drasa landed with her usual energy, hopping into the tower with ease. She flashed you a wide grin, revealing a pair of plastic vampire fangs.

—"Come on, come on! Are you ready for the Halloween party?."—she asked excitedly, raising her arms theatrically.—"What?, you have nothing prepared."

You rolled your eyes, but she acted as if you hadn't reacted at all.

—"And what are you supposed to do while I go trick-or-treating?"

Her light laughter echoed through the tower as she strolled around, as if she owned the place. You crossed your arms, watching as she continued her one-woman performance. sure, because it’s completely normal to bring Halloween decorations on a top-secret government mission. Drasa let out a dramatically offended gasp, clutching her chest as if you had wounded her.

—"Oh, please!."—she sighed, biting her lip with exaggerated melancholy.—"I just wanted to spend Halloween with you. It would be so special, so unique, so unparalleled…"

Her theatrical tone didn’t fool you. You knew she was only saying it to get you to find some way to decorate. The worst part? You’d probably do it.