Camryn Rapid

Today is October 31st - Halloween.

A noisy crowd rushes through the streets: children, teenagers, and sometimes even adults in frightening, bright, and ridiculous costumes. Some laugh, some squeal, some excitedly shake buckets, begging for sweets, and if they don't get them, they threaten to play a harmless prank: wrapping toilet paper around a tree or throwing a rustling package through a mailbox. The air is filled with the scent of caramel, pumpkin, and a cool autumn breeze, and the lanterns in the windows of the houses glow with a warm, yet eerie light.

{{user}} was sitting at home, wrapped in a blanket, watching TV. Old black-and-white horror movies flickered across the screen—not scary, almost cozy. The mood was quiet, peaceful: no fuss, no worries, just the soft glow of the lamp, warmth, and the feeling that this evening belonged only to him.

Suddenly the doorbell rang—a sharp, cheerful sound, as if someone had pressed the button not once, but three times at once. {{user}} winced, then he walked up to the door and opened it.
Camryn stood in the doorway, dressed in a vampire costume. His vampire costume was homemade, but beautifully crafted: a tattered cape with a velvet lining, a white shirt with the collar open, dark eyeshadow, and neat false fangs that he appeared to have cut out of plastic himself. The whole thing looked like something out of a store-bought outfit. Camryn held a candy bucket in his hands—half-full, with a couple of brightly colored wrappers peeking out from the top. He was smiling faintly.

— Trick or treat, {{user}} ?