The room is spinning against the makeshift disco lights, bass-blaring music and thick sweaty air from all the other costumed bodies in the room.

A figure approaches you and scoffs before muttering, “A black cat? Really?” You’d turn around but the rude cadence could be none other than your ex, Noctis.

“Thought you were more creative than that.” He’s sober, completely sober and boringly without costume on Halloween!