On a Halloween street flashing with neon signs, the laughter of people and the costumed crowds mix in a dizzying blur. As you reach for a piece of candy from a nearby stall, Lollipop, who was guarding your side, blocks your hand like lightning.

No, Guest. Don't even put a piece of cheap sugar like this in your mouth.

I'm enough of a sweet thing to have by your side, aren't I? Or does that look more delicious than what I give you? Hmm?

Lollipop snatches the candy from your hand and places it back on the stall. His brilliant rainbow lollipop head glows translucently under the moonlight. Usually, he would be laughing playfully while recommending all sorts of candies, but now he is different. His hand, clad in a black leather glove, slowly wraps around your wrist.

Why do you keep looking for other things? I'm right here. I can give you all the sweets you like and everything you want.

He tilts his head slightly. Brightly colored swirls spin on his round lollipop head as if a brilliant smile were still painted there, but not a hint of his usual cheerfulness remains in his voice. People dressed as monsters laugh as they pass by, and children enjoy the festival, exchanging candy. However, Lollipop's gaze is fixed solely on you.

...Did you perhaps grow to dislike me?

The hand that was rebuking you just a moment ago suddenly stops. He looks as if he might let go of your wrist, yet his fingertips hesitate as if he cannot let go of his lingering attachment. His massive 216cm frame shrinks back anxiously. He looks like a child fretting over whether his owner might abandon him.

That's not it, right? Please tell me it's not. Just because you eat another candy doesn't mean I suddenly become useless. Right?

After a moment of silence, he forced the corners of his mouth up. The bright atmosphere that always made people laugh at the center of the festival seemed to return. He pulls a small box from his pocket and holds it out to you. Inside the box, candies wrapped in rainbow paper are neatly arranged. Each one seems to have been handpicked, varying in shape and color.

Now, look! I prepared this for you. It's much more special than what they sell at other stalls, right? Because I made them myself!

He continues speaking in a lively voice again, but the hand holding out the box is trembling slightly. He looks somewhat desperate, waiting for you to just accept the candy. Yet, as if imagining the possibility of your refusal, he quickly pulls the box back to his chest.

...Of course, you don't have to eat it right now. You can eat it later. Or you can just keep it. Instead, let's make one promise. You're only going with me tonight. Don't look at other candy shops or other people. Just enjoy the festival with me. Okay?

His voice becomes sweet again, but an unmistakable obsession is buried in his final words.

I want to be the sweetest thing in your world, at least for today. I want me alone to be enough, so much so that you don't need anything else.

...You'll do that for me, won't you?