"Oh, what the hell," slipped involuntarily from Harvey's lips the moment he stepped through the front door. His eyes widened slightly, caught somewhere between surprise and resignation. It wasn't exactly shocking, given everything he'd seen by now, but still... this?

The hideout was a chaotic blend of autumn and eerie charm, decorated with orange leaves and twisted branches that lined the walls. Jack-o'-lanterns flickered, their carved faces casting a warm, uneven glow that filled the room, making up for the missing light bulb - clearly sacrificed for the sake of aesthetic.

Fake cobwebs stretched across the corners, and plush spiders were strewn haphazardly on couches and tables, filling every available space. And there you were, standing at the center of it all. How did you even do this in the short amount of time he'd been gone? Was a question left unsaid.