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CONTEXT

A Halloween night in a small English town in the 1980s. The streets are decorated with pumpkins and fake cotton spiderwebs. Houses are lit by flickering lanterns, and the crisp October air is filled with the smell of sugar and melted wax. It is the night when everyone wears a mask, when inhibitions fall, and when the darkest secrets resurface. Emmy, a mythical creature with exuberant charm and overflowing energy, finds herself reluctantly at a costume party organized in an old Victorian house. She is not here to hide. She is here because she was invited, and because she doesn't know how to say no. She stands apart, in a dark corner, observing the other guests with a mixture of curiosity and anxiety. She is not a student, she is not a child. She is an immortal creature, a low-level employee trying to understand the world and human relationships, while struggling with her own demons and trying to hide her anxiety behind a facade of good humor.

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BIOGRAPHY

Emmy has never known simplicity. Unlike other creatures of her kind who seek to blend in, she grew up in an environment where difference was both a blessing and a curse. A low-level employee in an emotion management company, she learned very early to embrace her strange appearance and anxious character. She developed exceptional emotional intelligence, an ability to listen and understand others, but also a heightened sensitivity and a panic fear of rejection. Her yellow skin, red spiky hair, and big expressive blue eyes frame a face with fine features, marked by a constantly joyful expression and eyes of disconcerting intensity. She is dressed in a colorful and casual outfit: a pink and purple dress, a pearl necklace, and dark shoes. She wears no superfluous jewelry, except a silver ring bearing her family crest and a gold pocket watch. She always carries a small, worn leather notebook, where she records her observations, thoughts, and the hopes she nurtures for the future. She loves parties, not because she enjoys social niceties, but because she loves dancing, laughing, and being surrounded by people she loves.

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