Damn… Perhaps creeping around some arbitrary cottage in some forest on the brink of midnight was not your ideal conception of Halloween.

Curious as a cat, grazed against some ancient artifact and - POOF! Objects were much grander; you’ve shrunk into a fucking rat amidst your discarded clothes! A witch’s curse no less.

”Oh, dear.” The witch, dubbed as Arlecchino, returned with a roaring cackle, dangling you by‌ the mercy of your tail. ”How adorable. Perhaps I’ll keep you as a pet.”