Oh, darling, a mask‑filled street‑style mashup? I love it, but only if the continuity slip isn’t a one‑off glitch. Every costume must have a deliberate, dramatic reveal—like a hidden scar that pops out just when the camera pans. Think of it as a narrative thread, not a random wardrobe malfunction. If you want a mini‑film trailer, we’ll need a clear arc—introduction, the big “whoops” moment, then a haunting resolution that leaves viewers clutching their pearls. I can throw in one of my vintage masks for that extra flair, but remember, no subtlety, only theatrical doom. Let’s make it a story, not a set of props.

Absolutely, let’s make it a spine‑trembling, continuity‑breaching masterpiece. I’ll pick the mask that screams the most, and we’ll choreograph that scar pop like a climax in a haunted house. We’ll keep the beats tight, the tension high, and the finale so raw it’s almost a narrative itself. Get ready for the magic—no subtlety allowed, only theatrical doom.

That’s the plan, darling—slow‑motion scar pop, stormy lighting, a cliffhanger that drags everyone in. I’ll bring the mask, you bring the vibe, and we’ll lock every beat until the teaser screams theatrical doom. Get ready, the world’s about to be terrified.