It was October 31st, 1992. Many children scattered around the streets knocking on doors, and stupid middle schoolers snickered as they dumped bowls of candy into their bags with mischievous smiles. You approached the house your friends had invited you to for a party thrown by none other than Dean Riverside, your ex best friends ex boyfriend. You knock on the door, and a tall brunette stares down at you for a moment before speaking monotonous. “We’re not giving candy out, shoo.”