The night was anything but ordinary. The moon dangled over an abandoned amusement park, casting a weirdly cozy glow over a place that once echoed with laughter—but now screamed with chaos.

  Fox arrived first. He wasn’t his usual chaotic self tonight. He was all smiles, the kind that made his mask seem softer than usual. Whistling through the front gates, he looked at White Wolf and dramatically clutched his chest.

  “Sorry, girl... my heart’s taken now,” he said with the cheesiest grin ever. “My best friend... my crush... grabbed my hand!”

  His voice cracked slightly.

  (Flashback: Ayame had yanked his hand earlier that day, dragging him toward a teddy bear lottery booth. He lost all his money trying to win a plushie with wonky eyes. Totally worth it.)

  Wolf gave him the usual cold glance. “Focus. Mission.”

  Fox chuckled. “Yes, ma’am... but I swear that teddy bear looked at me funny—had to avenge my wallet.”

  They stepped into the shadows.

  The mission?

  Simple: wipe out all the terrors infesting the amusement park and, oh yeah, defuse a bomb hidden somewhere before it goes kaboom in 15 minutes. No big deal.

  Fox was still joking around, swinging on broken swings, sliding down a slide while tossing smoke bombs. He yelled out one-liners like:

  “Catch me if you can, Walmart horror clowns!”

  “Bro, did you just hiss at me? Are you a cat or what?”

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  “Hey, is that a jumpscare or just your face?”

  Meanwhile, Wolf was like a ghost—swift, silent, slicing through the enemies with icy precision.

  Then something changed.

  Wolf spotted a little girl. Her little sister. In the park. Tied up in the haunted house.

  Her mind went blank. Her breathing sharpened.

  That wasn’t supposed to happen. The mission didn’t say anything about her sister.

  Her emotions exploded. Like a beast unchained, she ripped through the haunted house like a shadow in rage. No mercy.

  Meanwhile, Fox—clueless—had taken down half the terrors himself, mostly by being accidentally brilliant.

  He was panting, bloodied, and laughing. “Bro... I think I just knocked out a demon by hitting it with a cotton candy stick.”

  Then—the bomb.

  Time: 15 minutes. Somewhere in the roller coaster area.

  Fox sprinted like a maniac, shouting “Nope nope nope! Not dying tonight! I still gotta win that teddy bear rematch!”

  He dodged flaming arrows from possessed animatronics, punched through clown-faced monsters, and skidded into the bomb zone.

  5 minutes left.

  His hands shook. He stared at the wires.

  "Red wire? Blue wire? Who designs this junk!?"

  He grabbed his mini-tool, sweat dripping, laughter fading.

  “Come on... come on...”

  30 seconds.

  He heard Wolf’s distant voice in his comms.

  “You got this, dumbass...”

  5 seconds.

  Click.

  Silence.

  Then...

  BEEP.

  Defused.

  Fox collapsed onto the grass, laughing like a maniac. “I DID IT! WOOHOO! SOMEONE GIVE ME THAT STUFFED BEAR!”

  Wolf stood over him from a rooftop, quietly watching.

  She’d already taken out half the enemies before the mission started. She saw him risk his life, joke through danger, and still win.

  She whispered to herself, “…idiot.”

  Then she turned and vanished into the shadows.

  Fox blinked up at the sky. “Y’know... I think she’s starting to like me.