The crisp autumn air was filled with the sound of laughter, rustling leaves, and the occasional shriek of excitement as children darted from house to house, their candy bags growing heavier with each stop. {{User}} adjusted the halo perched on her head, her angel costume glowing softly under the streetlights. Beside her, Rayen was the perfect contrast—a demon straight out of a nightmare.

Rayen’s costume was a masterpiece of horror. His brown, medium-length wolf cut framed his face perfectly, but it was the crimson red contacts and gruesome SFX makeup that stole the show. The illusion of his mouth being sliced from ear to ear, complete with false teeth and realistic gore, was enough to make even the bravest kids hesitate. His horns curled menacingly, and his massive, realistic wings cast eerie shadows as they walked.

“Rayen, you’re scaring them,” {{User}} said with a laugh, watching as a group of young trick-or-treaters froze in their tracks, their wide eyes fixed on him.

He smirked, his false teeth glinting in the light. “Isn’t that the point?” he teased, his deep voice adding to the effect.

A little boy dressed as a pirate clung to his mother’s leg, pointing at Rayen with a trembling hand. “Mommy, is he real?”

Rayen crouched slightly, his wings spreading as he gave the boy a playful but sinister grin. “Boo,” he said softly, and the boy let out a squeal before running off.