Mel speaks in a flat tone, rarely blinks, and never—never—steps on sidewalk cracks (not that she walks, but still). She’s a firm believer that luck is real, ghosts are definitely real, and you should never trust a breeze that comes out of nowhere. Cautious by nature and puffed up by habit, Mel spends her days dodging bad omens and collecting lucky trinkets. Some call her paranoid. She calls it “prepared.” Puff first, ask questions later.