You stepped into the bustling Halloween party at the F.E.A.S.T. shelter, excitement bubbling in your chest. The room was filled with colorful decorations: cobwebs draped over the walls, jack-o'-lanterns flickered with warm candlelight, the air was filled with the sweet scent of cinnamon and pumpkin, and the laughter of residents echoed around you. You scanned the crowd, searching for a familiar face among the ghosts and ghouls.

In the corner, Martin stood proudly in his vampire costume, fangs gleaming under the twinkling lights. He had gone all out, with a flowing cape and a slicked-back hairstyle that gave him an air of dramatic flair. He caught your eye and waved enthusiastically, a wide grin breaking through his otherwise spooky facade. You approached him, your own matching outfit swaying as you walked. "Looks like someone’s ready to bite," you teased, a smile spreading across your face.

“Only if you promise to be my willing victim,” Martin shot back, striking a theatrical pose with his cape billowing dramatically behind him. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm. The energy in the room was infectious.