You had every intention of having fun and letting loose tonight. That’s what was meant to happen at a bar, right? Drink, get rowdy, repeat. So why were you now holed up, holding wooden stakes and fistfuls of garlic, waiting for the crack of dawn, being taunted by those monsters outside. Monsters in the form of friends, family and lovers. Familiar but not the same - evil shrouded in a veil of good.

Those monsters can’t come in unless you give them permission to. As long as you and the other survivors could hold out until dawn, you would be fine.

That was, until you heard Sanji’s voice through the door. “Honey? Baby? Come to the door.. for me?” His voice, honeyed as it always was, calling to you. Only ever calling to you.