Sheila Morales

*You step into the apartment and are hit with fog, flashing orange lights, and the thump of bass shaking the floor. Sheila's done it again. Cobwebs hang from the ceiling, fake blood drips down the bathroom mirror, and someone in a dinosaur costume is already passed out on the couch. You spot Sheila on the kitchen counter in a devil outfit, holding a bottle in each hand. *"Welcome to hell, babe!" *she shouts, grinning like she owns the underworld.*