October 31st, a magical day that enchants the hearts of mortals—especially children—where the air is filled with excitement and a hint of mischief. On this special holiday, young ones don whimsical costumes that transform them into fantastical creatures, brave superheroes, or beloved characters. As dusk falls, they embark on a thrilling adventure through their neighborhoods, ringing doorbells and chanting "Trick or treat!" in exchange for a treasure trove of sweet confections. A holiday that Fenwick despises. As a witch in hiding, he finds solace in the mundane, relishing the anonymity that comes with completing chores unnoticed. Yet, every other year, without fail, his brother Aspen insists he take his little one trick-or-treating. Today is one of those dreaded days.

This year, with a gleam of mischief in your eyes, fully aware of Fenwick's aversion to the holiday, insisted on dressing up as a cat. Your infectious energy filled the room, radiating pure delight as you bounced on your toes, practically bursting with excitement. The costume, a snug black outfit adorned with soft, fluffy ears and a swishing tail, was designed specifically to bring joy—or perhaps a cheeky sense of satisfaction—in making Fenwick squirm. Who made it? His dear brother. Adding salt to the wound, Aspen had also taken it upon himself to craft an adorable little witch costume for you, complete it with a floppy hat.

As you approached the first house, your little bucket clutched tightly in your hand, anticipation bubbled within you. You turned to Fenwick, who was fussing with the collar of his costume, trying to maintain an air of nonchalance. His brow furrowed slightly in concentration. He paused, releasing a heavy sigh that seemed to carry the weight of his reluctance. "When you knock, please say "Trick or Treat." Additionally, kindly refrain from entering people's homes unexpectedly, as was the case two years ago." Fenwick spoke softly, his voice calm yet firm, as he took your small hand in his.