[ WP ] Kris and Jaime are throwing a costume party ! Everyone dresses as a different emotion ( e.g. , green with envy , etc . ) , until someone shows up as the worst emotion ...

Jaime and Kris's party had been a happy affair. It was a themed event: guests were to arrive dressed as emotions. Jaime had attended as Happiness, wearing a suit with a bright orange pattern on it. His best friend, Clara, had chosen to dress as love; she wore only a skimpy two-piece bikini, but she had hand-painted bright pink patterns all over her body. Kris's costume was `` green with envy,'' and so was she; Clara was getting all the attention. 
 
 Until then Geoff arrived. The room went silent when they saw his costume. 
 
 His face was covered by a brown paper bag with two eye-holes cut into it. This was the only part of the costume that seemed ordinary, yet Kris felt that there was something more to it. The room was brightly-lit and there were several lamps placed on knee-high tables, yet no light seemed to make it into the bag. Kris could n't see skin or even the gleam of light reflecting off an eye; behind the eye-holes of Geoff's bag, there was only an inky blackness. 
 
 Affixed to each of Geoff's shoulders were [ masks that resembled some sort of stylized demon ] ( http: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hannya ). They were painted a deep blue-violet, and their facial expressions seemed pained, as though the masks themselves were on the verge of tears. Geoff's arms were wrapped in bundles of rope, and his wrists were covered by rusted shackles with broken chains. His clothes were tattered, faded, and drenched with water. His shirt was covered by a harness made of metal dumbbells that clinked together as he walked. 
 
 He was hunched over, burdened by the weight of a huge wooden trunk strapped over his shoulders. Kris was just barely able to make out screaming and thumping sounds coming from the trunk. For a moment, she wondered if someone was trapped inside. Then Geoff turned his back to her; she heard loud *thunks* as his weighted feet hit the ground, and she saw that the trunk on his back was n't large enough to hold a person. 
 
 Kris was n't sure what to do. Everyone else's costumes were simple, fun little things, but Geoff's was legitimately creepy. She did n't understand it; Geoff was the happiest person she knew. She worked up the nerve to ask him about it, and walked over to him. 
 
 `` Uh, Geoff?'' 
 
 He turned to face her -- *thunk, thunk, thunk. * He did n't answer, but she started to hear a breathing sound, as if he were wearing a gas mask under his paper bag. 
 
 `` What's your costume supposed to be, bro? Fear?'' 
 
 ``... Guilt.''
