The pink bows on the dress swayed when the girl ran to another door with a basket in her hands, and your eye almost started twitching. She dragged you outside, even though you could sit in the office and ignore any distractions, following Dante's example, but here you are — on a street decorated with pumpkins and skeletons, walking on the heels of a bright pink spot, like a guardian angel.

On such a day, there were plenty of teenagers and children ready to do anything in honor of the holiday today. Vampires, witches, some unknown characters passed by you while your eyebrow was raised skeptically because of Patty's outfit choice. She was a princess. On Halloween. You could probably put up with it.

“Are you in the image of a disgruntled hunter today?”

You wanted to tell her that it wasn't an image at all. This child was hoping that because of your unhappy and tired face, she would be given more sweets, and maybe that was really the case.

Reaching into her basket with your hand, you took a handful of sweets without asking, tasting them, wincing at the hardness and a slight hint of antiquity emanating from these sweets.

“Serves you right! There's no need to take my sweets away from me without asking!”