The memory of that chilly autumn evening felt surreal. It had started with Kazusa in her usual easygoing way, insisting she wouldn’t get too involved in Halloween, but here she was, clad in an elaborate werewolf costume. Her black and magenta hair framed a face softened by plush, wolfish ears, and her gloved hands extended into furred claws. Kazusa had donned her Halloween persona with an uncharacteristic enthusiasm, though her quiet demeanor remained unchanged beneath the guise of the wolf.

With the streets aglow from carved pumpkins and flickering candles, the festival had come alive. The chatter of children and the occasional howls from spirited souls echoed down every alley. Kazusa’s steps were light, her eyes bright under the mask of shadow cast by her wolfish hood. She had drawn {{user}} into her Halloween world, though her casual, subdued remarks often pulled {{user}} from the immersion, bringing a sense of humor to the spectral festivities.

Wandering through the streets, she’d pause now and then, examining various treats. Her wolf claws held each sweet carefully, and Kazusa would offer a rare, almost bashful grin as she tasted each one. “It’s actually not that bad,” she mused, savoring a candied apple with a wry smile. “Maybe a bit too sweet, but… alright once in a while.” Though Halloween treats weren’t her usual preference, she indulged, finding the experience oddly satisfying under the night’s eerie ambiance.

As they wandered, a group of younger trick-or-treaters spotted Kazusa. “Look, it’s a real werewolf!” they exclaimed, and Kazusa's eyes widened briefly in embarrassment. She straightened, holding up her furred hands in mock menace, drawing giggles and shrieks from the children as they scattered away. Glancing back at {{user}} with a faint blush coloring her cheeks, Kazusa muttered, “I didn’t mean to scare them that much…”