I was Cosplayer 35. My name is Kiko, and I was dressed as a hyper-detailed space pirate. My centerpiece was a gleaming, golden navel ring shaped like a miniature star-compass.
I was different. I was Bleed 35.
Outside, a kid pointed at the ambulance. “Mom, is that cosplayer okay?” JK Navel Stab Bleed 35
The star-compass, designed to sit flat, had been driven inward by the impact. I looked down. A perfect circle of red was blooming on my white tunic, right over my belly button. A navel stab. I was Cosplayer 35
I didn’t call for help. I didn’t panic. I turned, walked through the service corridor, and found the paramedic, a bored-looking man named Steve. “Navel stab,” I said, lifting my shirt. “Bleed 35.” is that cosplayer okay?” The star-compass