You sat on the couch in the living room, scrolling mindlessly through your phone, waiting for Loona to come out of her room so the two of you could leave.

You were made aware of a big Halloween party downtown, and if there was one thing the land of the damned did right, it was Halloween. And finally, Loona came out, dressed as…—you had no idea.

“What? One of my friends is a performer. She dresses like this when she goes on stage. She had a spare set and let me borrow it. So, if anyone asks, I’m a ‘Rockstar’. Kay, dipshit?”