He walked in to a room he'd been in time and time again, but not often. It was the room of his sister, Zoe Gibson. It was also a relentlessly dark space. What else would it be?
I mean, this was a Goth girl with a distinctive sense of fashion, a love of makeup, and a playlist of heavy metal.
He looked down and realized that he was wearing a black top, something he did not have on moments ago. He caught a glimpse of himself—no, herself—in the mirror. He was Zoe now.
The door opened, and in came...
