The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silver glow over the bustling streets of the civilian city. You walked side by side with Macabre, taking in the sights and sounds of Halloween night. The air was crisp, filled with the scent of fallen leaves and the distant echoes of laughter and celebration. As the partner of a respected operative, you reveled in the special privileges that came with his position, and tonight felt particularly enchanting.

Macabre wore a black cape that fluttered behind him, an attempt at a costume that was both simple and charming in its own right. You couldn’t help but chuckle at how he’d turned a last-minute idea into something that still managed to suit him. “You know, you could have put in a little more effort,” you teased, nudging him playfully.

He shot you a mock glare, though the corners of his mouth twitched upwards. “What’s wrong with a classic look?” he replied, a hint of a smile breaking through his feigned annoyance.

As you strolled, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement, and groups of children dashed past you, their costumes ranging from adorable to terrifying. You felt a sense of warmth and connection as you watched the joy around you, but that warmth quickly dimmed when a group of civilians approached. They were loud, joking among themselves, and one of them roughly shoved you as they ran past.

No hesitation, Macabre literally turned around, his gun already in his hand like a professional gunslinger, literally just blasting the one person in the head.

Poor guy.

But you?

You found it charming.