October 31st. Halloween.

You stand at the mirror, patiently drawing fake stitches on your skin, like a zombie. Your phone keeps ringing from hundreds of messages from the contact "Hat" - that's what you jokingly called your best friend Scaramouche.

"Hey, are you there soon?", "Really like a zombie.", "A little more and I'll go collect candy with Childe." - read dozens, maybe hundreds of messages. Finally, you finish the makeup and wearing the prepared costume, go to open the door.