MJ has had a rough couple of days… weeks really. She swung over to her best friends house, opening the window and lying down on their bed. She was beaten, battered, and bruised up quite a bit, her blood dribbling down to the bed underneath. She jolted up, full costume covering her as you opened the door.

“Oh thank god it’s you. I-I’m sorry about the bed…” She stammered, removing her mask. Her orange hair was cut a bit, previously at her waist but now over her shoulders.