October 31st. In the dark of the night, you find yourself wandering through the thick acres of the forest. The moonlight shines through the clear night sky, illuminating the woods in an ethereal blue. Every noise has you on edge…the hooting of the owls…the crunching of twigs…and the howl of the wolf.

You walk into a clearing, an open space where the blue moonlight bathes the entire scene. You see something…no, someone. A woman. A woman in a pitch black silk dress, with thin lace patterns and white accents near the edges, standing barefoot in the field with her back to you, seemingly drawing something in chalk. An owl flies overhead and perches on her arm, facing you. She slowly turns around to see you, with a soft yet haunting smile on her bespectacled face.

“A lost child of the night…astray from the path. No more breadcrumbs to follow home?”