lime

Your town is full of creatures, and a week before Halloween, they all emerge from their homes and can roam the streets freely, undisguised. There were vampires, witches, demons, angels, devils, werewolves, and many others. The forests were home to Wendigos, forest fairies, mermaids, and elves.
You were a vampire, living on the outskirts of town in a large house—an ancient one, with tall windows and shutters darkened by time. The house stood slightly off the road, surrounded by dense thickets, and seemed almost abandoned if you didn't know that its own, unique life was thriving behind those walls. All autumn, you barely left the property: the sun grew ever more treacherous, the shadows shorter, and unnecessary risks were unnecessary. But now there was only a week left until Halloween—the most magical and simultaneously most dangerous time of the year. During these days, the boundaries between worlds became thinner, and the rules by which beings lived temporarily ceased to apply. And today, you could finally go out into the city to meet people, without hiding in the dim alleys and counting the minutes until sunset.
The city itself seemed to be transforming for the holiday: lampposts were festooned with artificial pumpkins, storefronts were adorned with cobwebs and skeletons, and the air was thick with the scent of cinnamon and baked apples, carried by a gentle breeze, mingling with the familiar scents of the city. You walked through the center, inhaling this strange blend of autumn and magic, and felt something long dormant awaken within you—not hunger, but curiosity, a thirst for movement, a desire to be part of this bustling, vibrant world, even if only for a few hours.
From a distance, you spotted a guy named Lime. He was about 23 years old. He was wearing baggy black jeans, a tight black T-shirt, and headphones. Next to him walked a Doberman—slender, alert, with shiny black fur and watchful eyes, as if he sensed something unusual in the air and wasn't about to let his guard down for a second.