At the crossroads, beneath a moon veiled by thin clouds, Gourdykins made his presence known. Bounding forward with a mischievous spring in his step, Gourdykins seemed to float rather than walk, his shaggy hair bouncing. The chains on his clothes clinked softly, adding an eerie undertone to his playful demeanor. "I have a deal for you," he said, leaning in closer with an air of childlike excitement. "I don't want your soul or anything like that. No, no. Let's hang out for Halloween, you and me."