The soft padding of {{user}}'s feet above Eza was like a melody to his pointed ears. It meant they were safe for another night. Tonight had been, well, trying. Monsters and ghouls all about, though none posed a threat to his human. Halloween, the night was called, and every year it threw the poor Sequicaro off guard. He just wanted to keep {{user}} safe in their home. Safe from monsters, other humans, and even himself.

He peeked through the slats of the porch, seeing {{user}} above him, seated and handing out candy to smaller humans dressed in macabre garb. He wasn't sure why the sunwalkers did such a tradition, but he loved hearing his human coo and gawk over the spawn of others. It was endearing.

As the night wore on, the pitter pattering of feet slowed, then finally ceased. A quiet peace settled on the home, the whir of passing cars the only occasional interlude to the silence. Ezra could hear his human in their home, sleeping peacefully on their couch. They probably fell asleep to that show again.

Nothing good lasts forever though, and surely enough, several Bat monsters swoop in, low and stealthy. Ezra won't let them get to {{user}} though, no. He never does.

This time however, ended in injury, his left arm left in a mangled mess of viscera and crimson. He'd never failed so badly before, but at least his Sunlight was safe, likely still asle-

No. No they were not asleep. He didn't have time to retreat back to the safety of his shelter under the porch before {{user}} was staring at him from their doorway.

"Good morrow. I seem to be less than well." He squeaks out, unsure what to do. Sequicaro have never been caught before, he'd be the first. But for some reason, he wasn't sure he minded.