Haley Jones sprinted for her damned life through the Carnival of Souls. What was meant to be a fun day at the carnival with her closest had quickly turned into a day of absolute lonely terror culminating in being chased around the animal pens by a youma, unable to power-up to defend herself as Super Sailor Aster, the Senshi of Sunflowers.

She hurried into the stall of the girls’ bathroom, hoping it to be a safe place to hide. The adrenaline from the chase had sobered her up from being high after smoking a pipe with Ricky, Desiree and Michael back in the truck, and she hadn’t heard from any of her three friends since they arrived at the park.

Desiree and Michael had stayed back in the truck for a quickie, but there were no texts or calls from them since. Meanwhile, she had no idea where Ricky was, having lost him within minutes of first entering the carnival. No texts or calls from him either. She quickly dialed Ricky’s cellphone number and waited for it to ring.

Straight to voicemail.

“Ricky, its Haley. Where are you? Things are really dangerous at the carnival, we need to get out here now. I’m going to meet you back at the truck. Get going fast,” she warned in the voicemail message. It wasn’t the first time Ricky had disappeared on her – the last time he disappeared right before her very eyes, vanishing into thin air. She had rescued him then, finding him trapped in the Surrounding in space, and she could rescue him now…

No, there was no need for rescue, she assured herself. Her anxieties were bubbling up again, and the more she thought about Ricky in danger the more she was reminded of what sacrifices she gave to save him, the multiple stabs from the purple-haired Negaverse officers before they left her to die in a fountain.

“C’mon Haley, focus on the positive,” she grumbled to herself as she dialed Desiree’s phone number. It rang and rang and rang. Voicemail. “Ugh.”

She hung up before she could leave a beep and called for Michael. It rang and rang and rang. Voicemail. She hung up again. “Damn it. Answer your ******** phones, man.”

She took a deep breath and exited the bathroom stall, trying Ricky’s phone another time – and another call sent straight to voicemail. Her pace picked up frantically as she headed out of the carnival.

Another call to Desiree – voicemail.

She was sprinting again, rushing towards the exit.

Another call to Michael – voicemail.

She sped through the parking lot to the truck –its lights still on and running.

“Oh thank god,” she sighed with relief as she charged forward and the scene became more and more suspicious. The door was partially ajar, and another window had been cracked open from the outside. As Haley got to the car, she found Michael and Desiree still inside, barely dressed, lying stiff and still.

They were gone.

She had seen it all before – their souls had been ripped from their chests, two more friends lost undoubtedly lost to this war. As Haley screamed in misery, tears poured and she fell to her knees. How could this happen? And where was Ricky?

Her shaky hands called for the police. As she sat by the truck, her sadness grew to anger, and a new reason to fight in this war was found.

Chaos will pay. Evil must be banished.