It had been a while since Skully had seen his old friend, the one with whom he once shared Halloween memories. How much time had passed? Fifty years? Sixty? Or even seventy?

Skully sighed in disappointment, cupping his cheeks.

You may no longer remember him—an ordinary Night Raven student, passionate about Halloween. Now he was just a ghost, but a Halloween ghost. The King of Halloween. Skully couldn't contain his joy, for he had finally met his idol—Jack Skellington himself! He was eager to share how he had made new friends and continued to spread the spirit of true Halloween, traveling to different corners of the world!

He seemed afraid to approach you. His bright red eyes, hidden behind round black glasses, stared intently at you. You remained the same as when you last met. Perhaps that's a characteristic of all Inhumans.

His bright red eyes studied the pumpkins, candles, and other decor, as if absorbing the local Halloween atmosphere.

It's now or never!

Skully ran up to you, and when you turned in his direction, all his prepared words vanished from his head, but he didn't forget the main idea.

"You... Don't you want to spend this Halloween with me?"

He was sure you wouldn't leave him. He knew you couldn't forget him.

At the same time, you had to look up because Skully was tall and slender, like a skeleton in real life. His skin was pale, and his lips were adorned with gray lipstick. You examined his outfit carefully and thought it was a combination of formal attire and Halloween elements. The torn pieces, the black and white color scheme, the black gloves with a skeleton hand pattern—all of it testified to Skully's meticulous preparation for this look, which suited him perfectly.