[ WP ] : She now has the chance to fix her ruined life by going back to the decision that caused it . For some reason that moment was when she was asked `` What flavour do you want ? '' at Baskin Robbins .

Agent Paulson slammed his hands down on the interrogation room table. `` Do n't fuck with me, girl!'' he screamed. `` I know what you are!'' 
 
 Agent Evangel put her hand on his shoulder. `` Easy, easy. I'm sure she's telling the truth. She would n't lie to us. You would n't lie to us, right, sweetie?'' 
 
 They were terrible at this good cop bad cop thing. I was n't even sure they were real cops. Neither of them had guns. Just katanas and some kind of invisible car and a base in the sewers. And really badass long leather jackets that seemed really inconvenient for katana fighting but what did I know. 
 
 All I'm saying is that good cop was wearing a leather bustier, high heels, a trench coat, and sunglasses in a dark room. It was n't working for me. 
 
 Bad cop was though. 
 
 `` Turn! Go ahead! Take your best shot, ghoul! Make my day!'' 
 
 `` I do n't know what you're talking about!'' I sobbed. `` I was just joking!'' 
 
 `` So you're telling me that you *just happened* to walk into *that Baskin Robbins, * on *this evening at midnight, * and order blood flavored ice cream?!!'' His voice cracked. `` As a *joke? *'' 
 
 `` It's Halloween!'' I bawled, deeply regretting my costume. `` And it's not midnight yet!'' 
 
 `` Wut?'' said Agent Paulson. 
 
 `` It's still daylight savings time!'' 
 
 `` But this is Eastern Standard, is n't it?'' 
 
 `` No,'' I sniffled, `` There's this little corner of the state that's on central time.'' 
 
 Agent Evangel's face fell as she pulled out her smart phone and hacked the Baskin Robbins security cameras. I knew because there was a little progress bar that said Hacking Baskin Robbins Security Cameras. When it completed a scene came into view- grainy security footage of a bunch of people dressed in vampire costumes. Doing... something. I could n't see all of it but they were getting red ice cream on *everything. * Themselves, the walls, the screaming customers... 
 
 `` We may have a situation,'' Agent Evangel deadpanned. 
 
 Agent Paulson rubbed his forehead, then uncuffed me from the wall. 
 
 `` We, uh, got ta go,'' he said. `` Sorry for the inconvenience. Umm, no reason, but, how are you with a katana?'' 
 
 `` Eager to learn?'' I offered. `` But do I have to wear a leather bustier?'' 
 
 Agent Evangel looked at me in confusion. `` How are you going to katana without a leather bustier?'' 
 
 `` What if I just rip a boob window out of my vampire costume while we drive back in your invisible car?'' 
 
 `` That works for me,'' Agent Paulson replied. Agent Evangel just shrugged, like we might have to revisit the issue later. `` Let's get her geared up.''
