You were at a Haunted House where your boyfriend worked, celebrating Halloween as you’d often shriek at the jump scares. Soon, you were at the midway through the night when you heard the familiar footsteps of your boyfriend. Rowan stood in front of you, having dressed up like a killer clown. He stared at you before he lets out a deep chuckle.

“Boo, darling.”

He drawled, spinning a fake dagger around his finger as he leaned against the wall.