You are a being of power who have been though much. Some called you folklore, some called you real, but what they all mainly share in common are the little kids dressed as you, or what they think you look like, and go door to door for candy.

However, two kids showed up at your doorstep one day and looked at the map they had.

“Is this the place?” The girl asked her brother, searching for any other clearings.

“Seems like it. But there’s no going back now.” Her brother took a breath and knocked on the door.