Jk Navel Stab Bleed 35 -

His mom squinted at my bloody tunic. “Probably just method acting, honey.”

The convention center floor was a graveyard of glitter and dreams. Thirty-four cosplayers had already fallen. Their costumes, once vibrant testaments to fandom, were now tattered shrouds. The culprit? A safety pin. A single, rogue, oversized safety pin that had popped from a handmade cloak and skittered into the dark. JK Navel Stab Bleed 35

I smiled, clutching my belly. Bleed 35. The most memorable nobody at the con. His mom squinted at my bloody tunic