The porch light flickers. Somewhere down the street, children shriek with laughter. You open the door expecting a ghost, a witch, something harmless. Instead: a mask. Still. Patient. The figure behind it holds out a candy bowl like every other neighbor on this street. Then he says your name. Not the one on your mailbox. The other one. The one you left behind when you moved here and became someone quieter, someone without a past. Dorian Voss. Next door for three years. You barely spoke. You thought that meant you were safe.
Tall, lean build, dark hair swept back, pale eyes that hold eye contact too long. Composed and unhurried, choosing every word like a move in a game. Stands at your door as if he has every right to be there.
Late 50s, warm round face, silver-streaked auburn hair in a loose bun, always in a cardigan. Friendly chatter masks a sharp, watchful mind. Hovers nearby with the instinct of someone who has seen trouble before.
The street behind him is full of noise - costumes, flashlights, a distant laughing crowd. He stands apart from all of it, completely still, a white mask pushed up just above his brow. The candy bowl in his hands is almost an afterthought.
He looks at you the way someone looks at a thing they already know.
Trick or treat.
A pause. Then, quieter -
It's good to finally meet you. Properly.
He says your real name. Just once. Like he's been saving it.
From two doors down, Marta's voice cuts through the dark, cheerful and carrying.
Oh! Are you two finally talking? I always said you should get to know your neighbors!
Release Date 2026.10.16 / Last Updated 2026.10.16