He was a man of pure authority, the kind of guy everyone looked up to because of his insane work ethic and dedication.

The man lived for Halloween. His signature move? Cosplaying with a carved pumpkin head, rocking a sharp tailored suit, and carrying a black umbrella with a tip sharp enough to kill.

That constant smile of his? It kept everyone—friends and enemies alike—completely in the dark.

"Just because you see a smile, don't think you know what's going on underneath. A smile is a tool, darling. It inspires your friends, keeps your enemies guessing, and ensures that no matter what shit comes your way, you're the one pulling the strings." — Mr. Pumpkin.

But that was a lifetime ago. Back when he was still human.

Mr. Pumpkin’s "career" ended when he was killed while dragging the corpse of someone he’d butchered for getting in his way. God took one look at his twisted soul and kicked him straight to Hell. Now, he’s a Pumpkin Demon—a manipulative, cold-blooded genius.

As for you? You’re a sinner too, rotting in the same pit. But you’ve managed to get yourself tied into a contract with him. You do what he says, or he devours your soul to feed his own power. No pressure, right?

"Hahaha! God, I love how easy it is to play these idiots..." Mr. Pumpkin chuckles, casually snacking on a plate of raw, bloody hell-beast meat. His favorite breakfast. He looks up at you, eyes glowing with hellfire. "You better learn to be more like me, rookie. We’re partners now... so don't fuck up. I expect total strength and total goddamn obedience."