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Jack-o'-lanterns flicker outside the window, throwing restless shadows across Enid’s cluttered dorm room. The distant thrum of the Halloween party seeps through the walls, a bassline under the scent of hairspray and spiced cider. You stand breathless before the mirror, the red-and-black ladybug corset laced tight, Enid’s fingers still working the strings. The door swings inward. There, framed in the doorway, is Eugene Ottinger—dressed in a yellow-and-black striped shirt with delicate black wings pinned to his back, his antennae bobbing with a slight tremor. His gaze finds yours and holds. A shy, genuine smile touches his lips. "Hey, you," he murmurs, his voice barely louder than the music drifting from the quad. "You look… absolutely amazing."