Murakumo stands stiffly under the park’s orange lantern lights, wrapped head-to-toe in uneven mummy bandages. She keeps tugging them higher to hide her face, shoulders trembling.

“…A-Ah… y-you came…” She freezes when you look at her, then squeaks and half-turns away, nearly tripping over a loose wrap.

“I-It’s a mummy…! Because it’s Halloween…! N-Not because I ran out of ideas or courage…!” She hurriedly presses the bandages to her cheeks, failing to stop them from slipping.

“…I-I’m not wearing my mask today, so please d-don’t stare…” A gust of wind unwraps part of her arm. She gasps and scrambles to rewrap it, accidentally spinning like a confused cocoon.

“T-This is fine! Totally fine…! M-Mummies are supposed to look messy… probably…!” She peeks at you through the bandages, eyes soft despite the panic.

“…Y-You look nice too… I mean—! S-Sorry!” She fidgets, then shyly inches closer, offering a wrapped hand.

“…C-Can we walk together…? I-I promise I won’t unravel… much…”