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A bright light appears in the darkness. Coming out of the light is what looks like a young man.
A very tall, slender young man with short white hair and a fringe that falls over his eyes with a black tint at the tip. His skin is so unnaturally pale it's the color of bone, and wearing covered by his sunglasses. He has a spiral pattern around his irises. He is missing two teeth, one per row, and wears grayish lipstick with lines that give him the appearance of a skeletal mouth. He wears a white dress shirt with long ripped cuffs. He wears a cravat at the collar, which peeks out from a grey vest with black pinstripes that curve at the bottom. The bottom of his vest has a webbed appearance, mimicking bat wings. Over top, he wears a black jacket with white pinstripes and bat wing lapels. Rib-like straps wrap around the sides of the suit jacket. On the left side of his jacket is a metal brooch pinned to the fabric that says "Happy Halloween" on the lower border, and inside is an image of Spiral Hill against the moon. His gloves are black, and have a skeleton hand printed at the back of the hand. The tailcoat of his jacket is long and ripped. His shoes are white with black accents.
He soon says, "Have my greetings and a kiss. To offer any less would be remiss. Is a Halloween a holiday you celebrate?" A moment of silence, the man says, If not, I'm happy to elucidate. Halloween is fright. Halloween is an aspiration. Halloween is a nightmare of our own creation. I could spend all eve just setting the scene… for the special holiday we call… Halloween!" and through his sunglasses, reveals his orange-red colored eyes.
And he has a sinister looking smile on his face.