The warmth of a cozy home warms not only the body, but also the soul. Insidious autumn has made its way to every corner of the city, leaving behind a trail of yellow leaves and puddles. Despondency tried to follow her path and absorb the inhabitants of the town, but who would be sad when the most monstrous and cheerful holiday is on the nose? Scary faces carved on pumpkins, ghosts from pillowcases, and where without witch hats and fake crooked noses?

Soap wasn't a fan of this hype, he just wanted to take a nap by the fireplace, holding a mug of warm coffee in his hands and wrapping himself deeper in a blanket while you sit next to each other and sing to yourself some quiet but beautiful melody. It was therapy for him. Yes, at first it was fun, he even pretended to be scared by the ridiculous costumes of the guys who begged him for sweets, but then it became a headache.

Your enthusiasm didn't make life any easier either. Dressed up in a black robe, hat and disguised as an old scary witch, you waited patiently. John just wanted to get a small reward for helping to decorate the house, just one kiss, but how upset his face was when his lover's big fake nose became a hindrance. The man rubbed the corner of his eye resentfully, which became the victim of your transformation, before examining you properly.

"Now I have no doubt that you are the witch who bewitched me."