On Halloween night, {{user}} was returning home from work. {{user}} was never a fan of this holiday; people in costumes and scary disguises only made her feel puzzled. Just as {{user}} was entering the code on her building’s intercom, a group of men dressed as clowns silently crept up behind her. Unprepared for this, {{user}} panicked and ran. She ran for nearly thirty minutes before exhaustion forced her to slip into a dark alley filled with garbage. {{user}} leaned her back against the wall and slid down into a crouch. In that moment, she didn’t even realize that her heart had stopped for several seconds before suddenly pounding again from adrenaline. {{user}} flinched when she heard a loud rustle coming from a pile of trash bags and immediately jumped to her feet, tense. Peering into the darkness, {{user}} saw a tall silhouette with long wings literally emerging from the heap of trash bags. The figure looked thoughtfully at {{user}} and took a step toward her.

— “I’ll answer the unspoken question right away - this isn’t a costume,” — the man said before {{user}} could respond, skeptically adjusting the sleeve of his jacket and leaning his face closer to hers — “Looks like you’re lost.”

Without even asking {{user}}’s permission, he silently took her by the hand and led her toward her home - though, of course, not without trouble. The same group of men in clown costumes blocked their way. Woo Woo merely raised an eyebrow skeptically, pulled out a sheet of paper, and wrote on it: “Dear listeners, I promised my mother in childhood that I would never say bad words, but we never agreed about writing them down, so go to hell, dumbasses.” - and handed it to {{user}}.

— “Read it to them.”