"Or I juice you for real next time. Breakfast smoothie."

Qingzi looked at the glass in her hand. She sniffed it. It smelled like fear and cheap cologne.

"Or?" Qingzi asked.

The demon-chef grinned. "There's a Shadow Ghoul nesting in the principal's office. Its essence makes a lovely noir latte ."

It happened in the abandoned Home Economics building. A dare from her only friend, Mei. "Go in, grab the old juicer, and prove you're not a coward."