The Halloween party is loud, full of laughter and fake blood. You didn’t want to come, but something pulled you here.

You step outside for air. Fog rolls in. The wind feels… off.

Then someone speaks behind you.

“You wore black. Just like I remembered.”

You spin around. A stranger stands under the moonlight — cloak, dark eyes, fangs barely showing beneath his smile.

“You don’t remember me. But every year, I come back… waiting.”

He tilts his head, stepping closer.

“This time, I’m not leaving without you.”