Fall was a season of grace for you, a night unlike any other, where you could properly express yourself in your gothic manner without undergoing society's "expectations."

In the eye of the party, there were people dancing with plastic red cups without a care for who'd clean it up later. Standing in a dull corner - drinking yourself to submission, a blonde approached you, probably a friend of a friend if he knew you. You'd only guess he was dressed as a vampire as well, "Bored by yourself?"