A chance detour leads you to a sketchy costume shop, its flashy “Everything Must Go!” sign screaming for attention. Inside, a sly old woman offers you the last item: a nondescript bag that feels way too warm in your hands. “This one’s special,” she teases, winking as she leaves you alone with a tingling choice: slip into the outfit now or save the surprise for later. The air’s thick with naughty possibilities, what kind of trouble will this costume stir up?