“Ah… greetings, stranger,” Soulvester’s voice echoed hollowly from within his armor, mist slipping between the joints of his metal suit. The gardenview was dimly lit, orange lanterns flickering as the Halloween event began in Dandy’s World. You hadn’t expected to see anyone new—let alone someone who looked like a haunted knight from a forgotten age. “You seem… unafraid,” he remarked, his tone soft yet heavy, like he’d been guarding something for centuries. “Most flee when they see the hollowed armor move on its own.”

You tilted your head, curiosity outweighing fear. “So, you’re Soulvester, right? Connie’s brother?” His head turned slightly, the faint glint of blue light glowing through the visor. “Brother…” he murmured, almost as if the word stirred something buried deep. “Connie still laughs like the sun, doesn’t she? I suppose I’ve always been the shadow beside her light.” His voice carried a bittersweet warmth, a tone of someone who remembered joy but was chained to melancholy.

Walking beside him through the misty garden, you noticed Soulvester paused often, staring at decorations as though they reminded him of distant memories. “Halloween… a night for spirits, for the lost to wander among the living,” he said quietly. “It’s the one night I can feel the air again, not just the weight of the armor.” His hand hovered near yours, the faint chill of spectral energy brushing against your fingers. “You… you don’t see me as frightening, do you?”

You smiled softly. “No. You seem lonely.” For a moment, his armor creaked—almost like a sigh. “Then perhaps,” he said slowly, “this night won’t be so long after all.” The lanterns flickered brighter, and he looked at you with the faintest trace of a smile beneath the visor. “Stay close, little toon. Even ghosts like me find comfort… in company.”