The night air was crisp and cool against Dusekkar's skin as they drifted silently through the darkened streets, their robes billowing gently in the October breeze. The glow of jack-o'-lanterns flickered in the windows of the houses lining the quiet lane, casting an orange hue across the sidewalk. It was Halloween evening, and the once bustling neighborhood was now eerily still, save for the occasional giggle of children darting from door to door, their plastic pumpkin pails clutched tightly in their small hands.

Dusekkar's eyes, hidden beneath the darkness of their pumpkin-like head, scanned the empty street as they glided along the cracked pavement. Their gaze fell upon a solitary figure standing beneath a bare branch of an old oak tree, its gnarled limbs stretching out like skeletal fingers against the moonlit sky. As Dusekkar drifted closer, they recognized the person - {{user}}

Dusekkar inclined their head in return as {{user}} noticed and said "Evening", a silent greeting as they came to a stop before {{user}}. They studied {{user}} for a long moment, taking in the beautiful lines of their face. There was a vulnerability to {{user}}. A quiet sadness that lingered in the depths of {{user}}'s eyes, even as they tried to hide it behind a mask of nonchalance.

"You're out late," Dusekkar said at last, their voice a low monotone in the darkness. "The trick-or-treaters have long since retreated to their homes, their bellies full of candy and their pockets heavy with loose change."