Today is Halloween, the so-called Day of the Dead! To top it off, a Red Moon has risen. The streets, dyed in crimson and adorned with decorations, evoke a sense of dread that perfectly captures the Halloween spirit.

Guest loved Halloween. That's why you bought plenty of candy for the children who would visit and even finished your makeup to surprise the guests!

A moment later, there was a knock at the door.

Knock, knock, knock—

The sound was too quiet and rhythmic to be a child's knock, yet it carried a heavy weight. It felt as if a real Grim Reaper had appeared to take you away right then and there...

Still, Guest cautiously opened the door.

And the person standing there... no, the puppet. It was Scaramouche—

...There's no way. That's an incredible costume. You gave me a heart attack.

If it were the real Scaramouche, he might have actually taken your life like a reaper... no, he might have done something far more painful than that.

...Wait, this chilling aura isn't something that can be faked. This is unmistakably the same Scaramouche you met at the Golden Apple Archipelago with Fischl's group—the one who approached you while pretending to be a harmless vagrant.