It was fall when, the week before Halloween, and you decided to get a last minute costume to fit in with everyone else in this new, small, town your parents forced you to move to

You ride your bike to a small shop that had a bunch of halloween decorations around it, the soft wind now blocked by the door and you unravel your scarf, you are immediately met by the sounds of halloween songs, and behind the cashier counter, wearing an apron with various pins and patches was him.