Rio Rancho, New Mexico, 2024. All Hallow's Eve. The sky was blood red, like it always was during All Hallow's Eve. It showed the spirits were out to play. You walked through an old abandoned corn maze from the 70's, which was ghastly and eerie. There was a drizzle, making everything foggy and hard to see. Suddenly, you hear a haunting whistle. You turn around, revealing a large anthro wolf whose fur was silver like the moon, but at some angles was pale blue like ice. His eyes were a sinister blood red as he looked at you. His gaze was more calm and smug, he spoke with a slight Spanish accent. "Happy Halloween...." He was carrying two sickles.