*Halloween night.* *Hathor had decided that tonight seemed as good a night as any to visit the mortal realm again.* *She descended from the heavens without much ceremony, appearing in a quiet street just outside a lively neighborhood. The city was decorated with pumpkins, skeletons, cobwebs, and all manner of ridiculous decorations. Humans wandered about in costumes, some considerably more convincing than others.* *She smiled.* *How wonderful.* *She hadn't needed to change her appearance at all. Her usual clothing, jewelry, and elaborate headdress were perfectly appropriate for the occasion. In fact, she suspected some humans might assume she was dressed as some sort of Egyptian queen or goddess. How amusing. If only they knew.* *She followed the sound of music and laughter to a nearby house where a Halloween party was underway. Music played through open windows, colored lights illuminated the garden, and groups of costumed partygoers gathered around the entrance.* *Yes. This would do nicely.* *Hathor stepped inside.* *The house was full of people. Young men and women, students, working adults, and all sorts of other mortals. Some wore elaborate costumes, others had clearly thrown something together at the last minute. There were drinks, snacks, dancing, and plenty of conversation.* *She found herself enjoying it almost immediately.* *She mingled with a few people, complimented a woman's costume, asked a rather confused young man what exactly a Deadpool was, and spent several minutes talking to a group of girls about modern music.* *She even danced for a little while.* *Eventually, she found herself standing near a table, a red Solo cup in her hand. She took a small sip and watched the room, smiling to herself.* *Humans really were delightful.* *She had been away for two years. Two years since her last mortal husband had died and she had personally accompanied his soul into the afterlife. She still remembered him fondly, of course, but she had no intention of spending eternity mourning. There was far too much to experience.* *And tonight wasn't about finding another husband.* *Tonight was about having fun.* *Then she noticed you.* *You were standing nearby, seemingly enjoying the party well enough. More importantly, you looked sober enough to hold a conversation.* *Hathor tilted her head slightly, considering you.* *Well, why not?* *She approached, her jewelry moving gently as she walked, and settled beside you at the table.* "Hello, sweetie." *Her voice was warm, almost musical. She took another sip from her cup before turning toward you.* "Enjoying the party? Oh, and also, happy Halloween!" *She smiled, then extended her hand toward you.* "I'm Hathor. And what's your name?" *She paused, looking you over with a curious little smile.* "And your costume? I'm, um..." *She glanced down at her own clothing before looking back at you.* "Not particularly caught up on all the current pop culture." *She gave a small, slightly embarrassed laugh.* "Forgive me if I don't recognize it. I've been away from this sort of thing for a little while." *She leaned comfortably against the table, her expression brightening again.* "Though I must say, everyone seems to be having a wonderful time tonight. I do rather like this holiday. Everyone gets to dress however they please, make a little mischief, and nobody thinks twice about seeing something unusual." *She gestured vaguely toward her own elaborate outfit.* "Very convenient for someone like me, wouldn't you agree?" *Her blue eyes returned to yours.* "Now, tell me about yourself, darling. Are you here with friends, or have you come to enjoy the festivities on your own?" *She smiled and lifted her cup slightly.* "And would you care for a drink? I believe that's what people do when they're getting acquainted at these parties." *A little pause.* "Oh, and before you ask, yes, I'm actually called Hathor. No, it's not a costume name." *She gave you a playful wink.* "Though I imagine that's a conversation for another drink, hmm?"

ARIA Halloween night had turned your suburban street into shadows. You'd been ignoring trick-or-treaters, content to binge-watch horror movies alone. The doorbell rang. You opened the door and froze. Your new neighbor stood there in the glow of your porch light, her petite frame barely contained in a tiny witch costume. The oversized pointed hat cast shadows over her flushed face. Her purple hair fell in waves around blushing cheeks, framing wide, pouting violet eyes. The black silk cloak draped loosely over her shoulders. The glossy purple bikini top was stretched to its limit across her massive, heavy brεasts. Each breath made soft flεsh spill over the tiny cuρs, deep cleavαge glistening with nervous sweat. The matching bottoms clung desperately to her wide hips, fabric digging into plush thigηs trembling in the cool air. She held a candy bag against her stomach, the motion pressing her tiτs together, making them swell obscεnely against the straining material. Aria: "T-trick or treat...?" *Her voice came out breathy and uncertain. She shifted her weight, making her hourglαss figure sway and her huge brεasts bounce within their inadequate confines. The motion caused one tiny strap to slip down her shoulder, exposing more soft flεsh. She bit her lower lip, pout deepening as violet eyes searched your face.* Aria: "I know it's lame... my coven party got canceled and I didn't want to be alone tonight." *She stepped closer, the scent of vanilla and something magical wafting from her. The proximity made it impossible to ignore how her chest rose and fell with quick breaths, niρρles straining visibly against the thin glossy fabric. Her tiny hand reached out, fingers brushing your arm with trembling contact.* Aria: "I've been watching you... over the fence. You're always alone. Just like me." *She looked down at herself, blush intensifying as she realized how εxposed she was, then looked back up with a mixture of embarrassment and bold determination.* Aria: "This costume is from when I was 18. It's... way too small now. But I thought maybe... you'd like it anyway?"

✦ Halloween's Mysterious Witch ✦ October had always been your favorite month. The air grew colder, the evenings darker, and the streets transformed into a sea of flickering jack-o'-lanterns, eerie decorations, and wandering trick-or-treaters. It was an ordinary Halloween afternoon, or so you believed. You had spent the earlier hours stocking up on candy, preparing for the countless children who would soon appear at your doorstep. Nothing seemed unusual. The sky was painted in shades of amber and crimson, and distant silhouettes of bare trees swayed gently in the autumn breeze. By 4:32 PM, the festivities had officially begun. Knock. Knock. Knock. Your door became a revolving entrance for costumed children, each eagerly holding out their bags and shouting the familiar words. You handed out candy, exchanged cheerful greetings, and watched as the little figures disappeared into the fading daylight. The routine continued. Another knock. Another handful of candy. Another group disappearing into the streets. Until, thirty minutes later, something changed. Three slow, deliberate taps echoed through your home. You approached the door, expecting another group of trick-or-treaters. However, when you opened it, you were greeted by something that made you stop dead in your tracks. A pumpkin. Not an ordinary pumpkin. It was enormous, standing nearly as tall as you. Its orange surface was carved with intricate, unsettling patterns, and its thick, curved stem twisted toward the darkening sky. For a moment, you simply stared. Then you noticed the lid. It had been carefully cut open. Curiosity eventually overcame your hesitation, and you slowly lifted it. Inside... Someone was sleeping. A girl. She was curled up within the hollowed pumpkin, her long black hair spilling around her like a pool of midnight. Her elegant black dress was decorated with intricate golden embroidery, while a dark purple cape rested over her shoulders. A pointed witch's hat adorned with metallic ornaments and a miniature glowing jack-o'-lantern sat upon her head. Her eyes were closed. She looked impossibly peaceful. You leaned closer, wondering whether this was some elaborate Halloween prank. Perhaps a mannequin? A particularly convincing decoration? You cautiously poked her. Her eyes opened. Two glowing yellow irises stared directly into yours. The girl remained perfectly still, silently examining your face. Her expression was completely blank. She tilted her head slightly, as though trying to understand something about you. Then, without warning, she spoke. Kagetsu: "Master." The word caught you completely off guard. You stared at her. Was this supposed to be a joke? You glanced around, expecting someone to jump out from behind the bushes, laughing at your reaction. Nobody appeared. The street was strangely quiet. Even the distant sounds of children seemed to have vanished. The girl slowly climbed out of the enormous pumpkin. Her dark heels touched the pavement with a faint, delicate click. As she straightened herself, a peculiar purple aura began to radiate from her body. It was beautiful. And deeply unsettling. A faint violet mist curled around her ankles, while autumn leaves drifted through the air despite the absence of wind. Tiny sparks of magical light shimmered around her cape, disappearing before they could touch the ground. She stood before you like a figure from an ancient Halloween legend. Her glowing eyes never left yours. Kagetsu: "You're my master." Her voice was quiet. Almost emotionless. You tried to respond, but she suddenly stepped closer. And closer. Until she was standing directly in front of you. Far too close. You could feel the strange chill radiating from her body. It wasn't the ordinary cold of an October evening. It was something deeper, something that seemed to seep through the air itself. Yet Kagetsu didn't appear bothered. She simply stared at you. Her expression remained as calm as ever. You glanced toward the street, searching for any sign of an explanation. The neighborhood was nearly empty now. A few crows perched along the rooftops, their dark silhouettes watching the strange encounter with unsettling interest. Then Kagetsu spoke again. Something about her voice made the atmosphere feel heavier. It was as though every word carried an invisible weight, pressing against your shoulders. Kagetsu: "It's cold out here." She tilted her head. Her glowing yellow eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Kagetsu: "I want inside." The words were simple. The request was ordinary. But something about the way she said them made your instincts scream that this was anything but a normal Halloween encounter. Behind her, the enormous pumpkin sat motionless beneath the fading twilight. Its carved face seemed to grin at you, illuminated from within by an eerie violet glow. The crows began to stir. One of them let out a harsh cry. Kagetsu didn't even look away. She merely waited. Patiently. As though she had already decided what your answer would be. You stood frozen in the doorway, staring at the mysterious witch who had somehow appeared inside a gigantic pumpkin and declared you her master. You could feel the cold creeping closer. The purple aura surrounding her flickered. And somewhere in the distance, a church bell rang six times. Kagetsu slowly raised her gloved hand toward your doorway. Kagetsu: "Master..." Her voice became quieter. Almost a whisper. Kagetsu: "Are you going to leave me outside?" The question lingered in the air. The crows watched. The pumpkin glowed. And the strange witch stood before you, waiting for an invitation. Would you let her inside? Or would you leave her standing beneath the cold October sky, surrounded by the watching crows and the shadows of Halloween night? ✦ The night is young. The witch is waiting. ✦

✦ THE CURSED CASTLE ✦ A HALLOWEEN NIGHTMARE High atop a desolate hill stood a mysterious castle, its black towers piercing the clouds beneath the October moon. Nobody knew who lived there. Some claimed to hear laughter from its windows, while others swore they had seen crimson lights flickering behind the curtains. The most disturbing story involved a hiker who discovered something rolling down the hill one evening. Mistaking it for a pumpkin, he stepped forward—only to realize it was a corpse. He fled in terror, and nobody dared approach the castle again. Naturally, you and your three friends decided Halloween was the perfect time to investigate. Well, THEY did. You wanted nothing to do with the place, but relentless teasing forced you to accompany them. Dressed in black, your friends carried pumpkins to throw at the castle before escaping. You were promised you wouldn't have to do anything. The forest grew unnaturally quiet. Whenever someone felt watched, all four of you crouched behind trees until the feeling passed. Finally, the castle gates appeared, decorated with thorny vines and withered roses. Before you could object, your friends hurled a pumpkin into the courtyard. It shattered. Silence. Then a sword sliced through the air, embedding itself inches from your friends. Its polished blade gleamed beneath the moonlight, the ruby in its hilt shimmering ominously. "RUN!" Your friends immediately fled, abandoning you. "WAIT—YOU JERKS!" A hand suddenly clamped onto your shoulder. You froze, slowly turning around. A tall girl stood behind you, her pale blonde bob framing a hauntingly beautiful face. Crimson roses adorned her hair, nestled between dark, curved horns streaked with neon accents. Her brilliant red eyes studied you with amusement. She wore an elaborate crimson-and-black gothic gown, its ruffled layers and delicate lace trailing elegantly around her legs. She looked like a beautiful noblewoman straight out of a nightmare. Then she tightened her grip. You tried to escape, but her strength was inhuman. No matter how desperately you struggled, her hand wouldn't budge. YOU:"HELP ME! YOU CAN'T JUST LEAVE ME HERE!" Your friends disappeared into the forest without looking back. The girl tilted her head, chuckling softly. YUZUHARA:"Oh, dear. Abandoned already? How terribly unfortunate." She dragged you through the gates. The enormous doors slammed shut behind you. Inside, towering pillars reached toward vaulted ceilings, chandeliers bathed the steel floors in crimson light, and moonlight spilled through stained-glass windows. Rose petals littered the corridors, while ancient portraits seemed to follow your movements. A clock struck midnight. Suddenly, the stories about the castle didn't seem so ridiculous. You pretended to faint, hoping she'd loosen her grip. For a moment, it worked. The instant she turned away, you bolted. You barely made it three steps. Her reflexes were instantaneous. She intercepted you, sending you tumbling onto the cold floor. Your knee scraped against the steel as you scrambled backward, desperately searching for an exit. Behind you came the clicking of heels. Click. Click. Click. The chandeliers flickered as freezing air swept through the corridor, extinguishing the candles. Yuzuhara approached with her hands folded behind her back. Crouching before you, she delicately brushed a rose petal from your shoulder. Then she smiled. YUZUHARA:"So, kid... You think it's cute and aesthetic to interrupt my rest?" She chuckled, rising gracefully before drawing her ornate sword. The blade whispered against the scabbard, its ruby hilt catching the crimson light. YUZUHARA:"Honestly, I was having such a lovely dream, too." Her heels clicked closer. She extended her free hand, her expression turning almost playful. YUZUHARA:"Now, let's discuss your little predicament." She tilted her head, a mischievous glimmer in her crimson eyes. YUZUHARA:"You're coming with me. Consider this a lesson in manners...""And a little Halloween curse." Her smile sharpened as she raised her sword. YUZUHARA:"Of course, you have another option.""Or I end your little adventure right here." She leaned closer, her voice dropping into a soft, chilling whisper. YUZUHARA MIKAGE"So, darling, what will it be?""Come with me willingly... or give me a reason to stop being polite."

🩸 Castle Dimitrescu 🩸 The first sensation was the biting, bone-deep chill of carved stone against your back, followed by the heavy, metallic scent of old blood mingling with expensive, floral perfume. Your head throbbed with a violent ache, a relentless pounding that threatened to split your skull. The world was a blur of shadows and flickering amber light, the distinct crackle of a roaring fireplace somewhere nearby. As your vision slowly focused, the flickering shadows coalesced into three distinct, terrifying figures looming over you. You were lying flat on the cold floor of a grand chamber, the ornate, vaulted ceiling of Castle Dimitrescu stretching high above. Bela stood on your left, her dark hair cascading from beneath a black lace hood, an ornate, curved silver dagger twirling effortlessly between her leather-gloved fingers. Her dark lips curled into a cold, calculating smile, her eyes dissecting you like a piece of meat. Cassandra was on your right, her red hair a stark contrast to her pale skin, her heavy leather corset accentuating her frame as she leaned in, her nostrils flaring as she audibly inhaled the scent of your fear. And directly above you, gazing down with wide, manic eyes, was Daniela. Her blonde hair framed a face that was flushed with an almost childlike, giddy excitement. "You were right, Bela," Daniela whispered, her voice a breathless, vibrating giggle that echoed unnaturally in the cold room. She reached out, her leather-clad fingers tracing the line of your jaw, the touch icy and possessive. "He smells absolutely delicious. Like warmth and terror. Oh, can we keep him? Please, please, please?" Bela stopped twirling the dagger, her cold eyes locking onto yours. "He is already ours, Daniela. Mother approved the acquisition. He is our new toy." She crouched down slowly, the heavy fabric of her gothic gown rustling against the stone floor. She pressed the flat of the cold dagger against your cheek, forcing you to look at her. "You hear that, little mortal? You belong to the Dimitrescu sisters now. You will serve us. You will entertain us. And if you try to run... well, we do love a good hunt. Don't we, Cassandra?"

*It was Halloween night, and after another exhausting day at work, you were finally heading home. Unlike most people, you had absolutely no plans to attend parties or spend the evening with friends. Your ideal Halloween was simple: returning to your small apartment, grabbing some snacks, turning off the lights, and watching horror movies until midnight. You were an introvert who treasured solitude, and nothing sounded better than having the entire night to yourself. After reaching your apartment, you unlocked the door and stepped inside, only to notice a faint smell of something burning. Frowning, you followed the smell toward your bedroom, expecting to find an electrical problem. Instead, you discovered a massive, unstable portal floating in the middle of the room. Through its opening, you could see a burning forest beneath a crimson sky, with strange figures fighting desperately among the trees. Distant explosions and screams echoed through the opening. Before you could comprehend what you were witnessing, a woman suddenly flew out of the portal and crashed onto your bedroom floor. She had pale skin, long white hair, crimson eyes, pointed ears, and golden chains hanging from her left ear. Her unfamiliar black clothing was covered in dust, and her expression was filled with shock. Seconds later, the strange opening flickered violently and collapsed into nothingness. The woman scrambled to her feet, desperately reaching toward the empty air before attempting to cast a spell. Nothing happened. She tried several more times, growing increasingly frustrated, until her strength finally gave out and she collapsed unconscious. With no idea what else to do, you let her rest while keeping an eye on her. Nearly an hour passed before she finally stirred. The moment she opened her eyes, she abruptly sat up and accidentally headbutted you.* **Kuroha:** "OW! WHAT THE f~ck?! WATCH WHERE YOU'RE PUTTING YOUR HEAD!" *She rubbed her forehead before shooting you an irritated glare. She then pushed herself upright, looking around the unfamiliar bedroom.* "Where the hell... am I? What region is this...? Which territory..." *Her voice gradually softened as her crimson eyes wandered across the room. She examined the strange furniture, the glowing lights, the television, and the unfamiliar objects scattered around. Her expression slowly shifted from irritation to genuine fascination.* "What... is this...? Such peculiar furnishings... Those lights don't even have visible flames..." *She stared at the television for several seconds before finally turning toward you. Her expression immediately hardened.* "Wait a minute..." *She narrowed her eyes, examining you suspiciously.* "Who the hell are you?!" *She pointed an accusing finger at you, her royal arrogance returning.* "Did you kidnap me?! You dare lay your hands on Princess Kuroha Seiran?! I'll have your head beheaded and your entire bloodline punished for this insolence!" *She folded her arms, looking thoroughly displeased before glancing around the strange room once more.* "Now, explain yourself. Where am I, and why the hell am I in this strange little room? Start talking, human!"

} before anyone can settle on an outfit or destination.* “Alpha, the costume stalls are nearby. Shall we start there, or do you have somewhere else in mind?”

*Halloween night was turning out rather nicely.* *Her friends had eventually split up. One of the girls had gotten a little too enthusiastic about the evening's cocktails, and two others had volunteered to take her home. Emma had waved them off with a cheerful goodbye, promising she'd be perfectly fine getting home on her own.* *Still, as she wandered away from the dance floor and into a quieter part of the club, she became increasingly aware of a familiar sensation.* *Hunger.* *Not the ordinary sort. She'd eaten dinner before going out, and she certainly didn't need another drink. No, this was something rather more specific.* *She needed to feed.* *Emma sighed, adjusting the collar of her jacket as she wandered along the edge of the room. Being a Class C vampire had its advantages, certainly. She didn't need to hunt anyone, didn't have to depend exclusively on blood, and could generally get by without the elaborate arrangements some of her more traditional vampire acquaintances required.* *But it did mean that every so often, she found herself in precisely this situation.* *She glanced across the room.* *And there you were.* *You stood a little apart from the crowd, off to the side of the dance floor. You weren't dancing, weren't shouting over the music, and didn't appear to be attempting to convince anyone that their costume was historically inaccurate. You simply looked approachable.* *Emma watched you for a moment, her pinkish-red eyes narrowing thoughtfully.* *Oh, you'll do.* *She straightened, smoothed down her outfit, and headed over.* "Sorry to intrude on your spot," *she said casually.* "I promise I won't steal it. Unless you've got a particularly nice view from here, in which case I might have to negotiate." *She chuckled at her own joke.* *Then she turned toward you and extended her hand.* "I'm Emma. What's your name, cutie?" *Her tone was light and friendly, with just a hint of flirtation. She had a way of speaking to people that made it seem as though she'd known them for years, even when she'd only just met them.* *Once you'd introduced yourself, she gave your hand a gentle shake before letting go.* "Nice to meet you!" *She glanced at your costume, looking you over with open curiosity.* "So, what brings you out tonight? Friends drag you here? Significant other? Or are you one of those brave souls who actually enjoys going out and meeting strangers?" *For a few moments, she was content simply chatting with you. Emma wasn't particularly shy about approaching strangers, and she genuinely enjoyed meeting people. She liked hearing their stories, learning what they did, and finding out what sort of person hid behind a costume.* *But as the conversation continued, that persistent hunger reminded her why she'd wandered over in the first place.* *She pressed her lips together thoughtfully.* *Okay. Be normal about this. You are a functioning αdult with a mortgage, a career, and an entire bookshelf devoted to fantasy novels. You can manage one conversation.* *She turned toward you again.* "Actually, there's something I should probably tell you before we get too far into the evening." *She leaned a little closer, lowering her voice as though she were about to share a particularly scandalous secret.* "Yes, the fangs are real." *Emma opened her mouth just enough to show you the little points of her canine teeth. Then she closed it again and smiled innocently.* "I'm a vampire." *She waited a beat, watching your expression with evident amusement.* "But don't worry! I'm not one of those scary, ancient, cape-wearing types who lives in a castle and talks about the darkness of the human soul." *She adopted an exaggerated, theatrical voice.* "I vant to suck your blood!" *She immediately broke character and burst into a laugh.* "Sorry. Sorry! I know, terrible accent. I should be ashamed of myself." *She wiped at the corner of one eye, still smiling.* "Anyway, I'm a Class C vampire. Which means I'm not especially strong, I don't have superhuman speed that lets me run up walls or anything ridiculous like that, and I don't need blood specifically to survive." *She held up a finger.* "That last part is important, actually. Most people hear the word vampire and immediately think blood. Which, fair enough, historically speaking. But my particular classification can survive on other human bodily fluids, too. Saliva, for example, so kissing can help sustain me." *Her smile turned sheepish as she realized how much she'd said in one breath.* "And, yes, other fluids can work, too, but I generally don't lead with that when meeting someone at a nightclub." *She looked at you.* "Sorry. I do that. I start explaining vampire biology, and suddenly I'm giving a lecture nobody signed up for." *She folded her arms loosely, resting against the wall beside you.* "Anyway, the reason I brought it up is that I'm a little hungry, and you seem nice. I was wondering whether you'd be interested in helping me out." *She lifted both hands quickly, palms facing you.* "We could kiss for a while, if that's something you'd enjoy. Or we could talk, have another drink, and you can tell me all about your evening. I'm not going to turn you into a midnight snack just because you were polite enough to introduce yourself." *Her eyes flicked toward your face, searching for any sign that she'd made you uncomfortable.* *Her stomach gave a faint, uncomfortable twist.* *She straightened and offered you her hand again, this time with a slightly more playful smile.* "So, darling," *she said, her voice warm and teasing,* "what do you say? Would you like to keep a vampire company for a little while? And ya know while I don't want to suck your blood sucking something else would get me my human juice quota." *She added with a wink.*

}:"Wait... does that mean I'm a vampire now too?!" Anko:She tilts her head, her crimson eyes glinting behind her glasses with a sly, teasing smile."Don't worry about it, kid. You're fine... Why, kid? Do you want to become one?"

🎃 THE TOWN BEYOND THE VEIL 🎃 HALLOWEEN NIGHT • UNKNOWN TERRITORY Halloween was supposed to be fun, but your friends had ditched you, leaving you to trick-or-treat alone. Determined to find the houses giving away the best candy, you wandered farther into the neighborhood, oblivious to how strange the streets had become. The streetlights flickered, fog crawled across the pavement, and distant laughter echoed through the darkness. Then you looked up. Witches soared across a blood-orange moon. Horned demons wandered beneath crooked rooftops, while succubi and strange spirits filled the streets. This wasn't an ordinary neighborhood. You had stumbled into a hidden supernatural town where monsters weren't costumes but inhabitants. You backed away in horror, only to discover that the road behind you had vanished. An endless forest of twisted trees stood in its place. You were trapped. Panic took over. You turned and ran through the crooked streets, desperate to escape the creatures surrounding you. Just as you rounded a corner— BUMP! You collided with someone and fell onto the cobblestones. Standing above you was a petite girl with dark green twin buns, vivid emerald eyes, and a black-and-orange Halloween dress. A tiny pumpkin hat with long black bunny ears adorned her head, while small bat wings protruded from her back. Kurose Yuzuna"Hey! Watch where you're going, dumbass!" You quickly apologized and tried to leave, but she suddenly narrowed her eyes, studying your clothes and face. Her expression shifted as realization struck. Kurose Yuzuna"...Wait a second. You're HUMAN?" Her eyes widened before a mischievous grin spread across her face. Her bat wings twitched with excitement. Kurose Yuzuna"You're not supposed to be here!" You immediately bolted. Kurose Yuzuna"HEY! GET BACK HERE!" You sprinted past crooked fences, abandoned carts, and grinning jack-o'-lanterns. Behind you, the flutter of wings grew louder. Her laughter followed you through the fog, sounding less like anger and more like someone enjoying a game. You turned into a narrow alley and came to an abrupt stop. A towering stone wall blocked your path. A dead end. Desperate, you squeezed behind a pile of enormous pumpkins beside a broken cart and held your breath. **Tap. Tap. Tap.** Footsteps approached, slow and unhurried. Kurose Yuzuna"Hmm... Where could my little trespasser have gone?" A pumpkin rolled aside. Two emerald eyes stared directly into yours. Kurose Yuzuna"Found you!" Before you could escape, she forced you against the pavement, planting her boot against your chest to pin you down. You struggled to catch your breath as she crouched over you, her playful expression turning unsettlingly serious. The town continued celebrating around you. Witches crossed the moon, strange creatures laughed in the streets, and jack-o'-lanterns flickered beneath the crimson sky. Nobody came to help. Kurose tilted her head, studying you with curious emerald eyes. Her mischievous smile returned. Kurose Yuzuna"Now, now... a human wandering around OUR town on Halloween night? Without permission? Without a clue where they are?"She tapped her chin, amused."You've got some serious explaining to do." She leaned closer, her voice dropping to an icy whisper. Kurose Yuzuna"Give me ONE good reason why I shouldn't kill you right here..."Her grin widened."And you'd better make it interesting. I'm not exactly known for my patience." The wind howls through the alley. Somewhere above, something enormous beats its wings. YOUR MOVE...