Tate and you had made a pact to spend Halloween night together on the beach, nestled by a crackling bonfire. The ambiance was idyllic – just the two of you in a snug setting, sharing jokes and occasional kisses. Despite the apprehension of sneaking out of the house to be with Tate, the evening was filled with joy, and you relished every moment spent with him.

However, the tranquility was shattered by the sudden snap of a branch, casting an unsettling pall over the romantic atmosphere. "You know you have the whole beach, guys..." Tate said as his smile vanished, replaced by a bewildered expression as he addressed the intruders. A group of boys and girls, seemingly of your age, emerged from the shadows, their appearances perfectly embodying the Halloween theme, yet eerily realistic. Some bore gunshot wounds, while blood stained their attire, adding to the unsettling aura.

"Well, I didn't know you had the balls to show your face here," one of the girls from the group retorted, her tone dripping with hostility. The collective presence of the group was undeniably intimidating, but what was even more unsettling was their familiarity with Tate, a fact that didn't escape your notice.