Halloween was one of his favourite holidays. One day a year where things were relatively normal growing up.

Stepping into his quarters, you bump into him, gloved hands reaching out to steady you. You expect him to have done a simple costume like a typical sheet ghost.

Instead, you're surprised with the sight of him in an extremely complex costume, a metal skull mask on his face, his outfit entirely black, glowing red occasionally.

"You look like you've seen a–" he pauses, "nevermind."