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“And may I ask what this ‘best day ever’ looks like? Do we have a schedule?” Rahim questions and Bradley finally releases us, ushering us closer to the entrance but not inside just yet. I watch as others pass us by, some in regular clothes and others dressed up in whatever renaissance or medieval costume they could get their hands on.

“In fact, we do. First, we need to go get ready, though.”

“Don’t say costumes,” Chris groans.

“Please don’t say costumes,” I add in next.

“What’s wrong with costumes?” Amari questions.

“Last time we did something like this and had to wear costumes ... well, let’s just say that night didn’t go as planned.”

Chris shakes his head and shivers, “demonic witch ladies and weird creepy children. Yea, not how I wanted to spend my Halloween.”

Sydero smirks, “I don’t know. I kinda liked being chased by the souls of the damned with the threat of being stuck in an endless loop hanging overhead. It gave the night some zest.”

“There are costumes,” Bradley informs us, “I picked them out myself.”

“Then don’t say it’s for a contest,” Chris sighs.

“It’s not,” Bradley drags, “but there is a competition at the end for all the VIP’s who dressed up, and the winning group receives a glorious feast.” He shouts the last part in a deep heroic voice and strikes a pose while we all stare on.

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