I was Cosplayer 35. My name is Kiko, and I was dressed as a hyper-detailed space pirate. My centerpiece was a gleaming, golden navel ring shaped like a miniature star-compass.
The pain was a supernova.
Steve’s eyes widened. He looked at his clipboard, where a ticker read: Minor Incidents: 34 . He drew a shaky line. “You’re the one,” he whispered. JK Navel Stab Bleed 35