Everytime, at Halloween, a kid with white hair would often pass by your office for Trick-Or-Treating, the matter was... he never, but never, had candies in his candies' basket – which was leterally a ghost with a hole at the top, to put the candies in it – and this little guy would always, ALWAYS, be alone. No friends, no parents, no anything. Every Halloween, you would watch the kid as he rang doorbells, but with no results... and it was kinda sad to see, so you always gave him at least... 10 candies when he came, like... poor little guy...

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This Halloween, it was no different.

"Trick or treat?" Said the white-haired boy with a smile once you opened your office's door. Once again, his basket was empty, and he was alone.