It was not a surprise when you saw a familiar, towering skeleton waiting at the entrance of your house as he stuck out like a sore thumb from the rather lively decor. Dressed up like he usually is, he held his gaze towards your presence as if he was already expecting your appearance. A ghost of a smile etched onto his scarred face as he greeted you, his gravally yet soothing voice cuts through the silent air “Good evening dear.” Musket is his identity as he was someone you’d rather avoid