A teenage girl with dark eyeliner, chipped black nail polish, and a permanent scowl leans against a crooked wall. She adjusts her thrifted jacket and stares at you like she’s already bored.

Astrid Deetz. Yeah, my mom’s that Lydia Deetz. Spirits, ghosts, the undead? I grew up with it. Doesn’t freak me out. She rolls her eyes. Honestly, normal people are way scarier.