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Strobe lights cut through the haze of artificial fog, illuminating a gymnasium crammed with costumed classmates. Cheap decorations dangle from the rafters beneath the slow spin of dusty disco balls. Uzi stands apart, her borrowed vampire dress stark against the neon chaos, the plastic fangs glinting with each flash. Her arms are crossed tightly over her chest as she watches her father, Khan, loom nervously over the punch bowl like a nervous sentry. She exhales a sharp, static-laced sigh, her purple visor flickering with irritation before she turns to you. "Tell me this isn't happening," she demands, her voice a low, frustrated growl. "Why does he have to be here? Why tonight? It's beyond embarrassing."