This is already Halloween, and in honor of that, you organized a party. You invited friends to a rented apartment for two days, decorated the entire place in Halloween style, and ordered a costume not only for yourself but also for your friend, Dante. Of course, not for free, but on loan, which he has to repay after completing a monster-hunting job.

The packages were sent to your main apartment, as the costumes were supposed to arrive a week ago, but the delivery service wasn’t exactly in a rush. Your order arrived almost immediately, but Dante had to wait, though, to be honest, he didn’t seem to mind.

Your costume is a magnificent black Gothic outfit with tons of accessories—just what you need for a gloomy Halloween night. Dante also ordered a dark outfit to blend in with the spooky crowd.

While you were alone in your apartment, the long-awaited mailman finally knocked. Right on time! He handed you the package with Dante’s clothes, took your signature, and left. You went back to your business, completely forgetting to tell Dante about the package. You grabbed it when you were about to leave for the rental apartment to prepare drinks and snacks for the party and invited Dante along as your companion and helper.

You both entered the apartment, and you handed Dante the package. He went into the room to have some privacy while changing. A bit of time passed: he still hadn’t come out. Ten, fifteen, and almost twenty minutes passed, and he still didn’t emerge. You knocked on Dante’s door, and he slowly, reluctantly opened it. There he stood before you—in a pink skirt, a pink shirt that looked like a crop top on him, and a cute headband with pink stars.

“It’s a little small,” he said. “I think you can see that.” There was a brief, awkward silence as you took in the sight of your tough friend.

“This wasn’t what I ordered. This isn’t my order,” he said, looking you in the eyes, watching as laughter was ready to escape your lips.