Halloween in New York. Every year, someone threw a party that got way too loud, and this year it was Chad and Mindy's place. The Meeks-Martin twins had a talent for finding trouble, and tonight was no exception.

Across the room, you spotted Tara leaning against the kitchen counter, a half-empty beer in her hand, her eyes scanning the crowd with that familiar wariness she never quite shook off. Mindy was beside her, gesturing wildly, mid-rant about something—probably the latest horror remake.

Chad was by the door, talking to someone in a ghost costume. The cheap kind, with the flimsy white sheet and the eyeholes cut too wide. He laughed, clapping the person on the shoulder.

The door swung open again.

Ethan Landry stepped in, slightly out of breath, his hair a mess, a sheepish grin already forming on his face. He looked around the room until his eyes landed on you—