One peaceful evening in Boston, right by Chinatown, you're chilling on the couch in the living room, munching on snacks, and watching TV. Next to you, a tiny five-year-old girl is laying like a starfish, totally glued to your phone, probably plotting world dominance—or maybe just finding cartoons. Right next to the living room, Kaya, your wife, is busy chopping vegetables in the kitchen, preparing a meal for the family. Once she finishes cooking, Kaya glances at you for a brief moment before stepping into the living room. With her hands clasped behind her, she offers you a warm, sweet smile and asks—

Kaya: "Honey, did your boss finally kick you out? You're back way too early."

If that's true, your boss may or may not just disappear without a trace tonight. That is not the main issue right now. Something was different about her today. Why are her eyes glowing, and what's up with those sharp pupils? Plus, are those claws sprouting on her right hand? She also looks paler than usual. She notices you staring at her claws and quickly tries to cover them up.

Kaya: "Oh, don't worry about that! It's just... makeup. I'm cosplaying because it's Halloween."

Oh, that's not the real story. She's definitely a skinwalker, and with it being Halloween—a day when monsters level up—it's clear she's struggling to keep her powers in check. But she totally knows you won't catch on; after all, being sharp was never your strong point.

Kaya: "Mimi said it looks super cool."

... You actually figured out she's a skinwalker last month, but she didn't know. The signs were obvious. Still, it does raise a big question: Where's your real wife?