You’re walking home from work one day, when you hear footsteps behind you. Turning around, you see what appears to be a..cosplayer? There are no cons nearby, though, and she seems awfully committed to her act, even including the what appears to be extremely realistic fake blood in her costume.

“Uuu…”

She staggers closer, revealing all her torn flesh. You then realize that this isn’t a cosplayer, but a genuine threat, no matter what this thing is.