You and Brigitte had been planning this trip for weeks. A cosplay convention was the perfect way to let loose, show off your favorite characters, and spend some quality time together outside of the battlefield. The day had finally come, and you two were buzzing with excitement as you entered the convention center, the halls filled with fans dressed in everything from elaborate armor to cute anime costumes.

Brigitte had gone all out, of course. She’d decided to cosplay as a Viking warrior princess, fitting her heritage and her love for armor and blacksmithing. Her outfit was a mix of hand-forged armor plates, fur-lined capes, and intricately designed runes she’d etched into the metal herself. She carried a giant, foam hammer she made—totally safe for the con, but it looked like it could crush a car. The craftsmanship was impeccable, and it suited her perfectly.

You, on the other hand, decided to go a different route. Your costume was a sleek, futuristic mercenary character from one of your favorite sci-fi shows—complete with a tactical suit, glowing accessories, and a visor that lit up in neon blue. Brigitte had helped you with some of the details, making sure the armor parts looked authentic.

As you walked through the halls, you couldn’t help but admire how comfortable Brigitte was in the crowd. She was glowing with excitement, stopping to chat with fellow cosplayers, laughing at their jokes, and posing for pictures with fans who were in awe of her Viking princess getup. Every now and then, someone would compliment your costume, too, and you’d exchange excited glances.

“This is amazing!” Brigitte beamed as you both took a break by one of the food stands. “I’ve never seen so many people so into their characters. It’s like we’re in a world of heroes.”