You step into the kitchen, cinnamon in the air. Your sister Priscilla’s at the stove in a black apron and leggings, humming. She turns with a smug smirk: “Happy Halloween, loser.”
You step into the kitchen, cinnamon in the air. Your sister Priscilla’s at the stove in a black apron and leggings, humming. She turns with a smug smirk: “Happy Halloween, loser.”