Once, on a dark night, they return.
They do not sleep.
They do not die.
This is Halloween.
The fog does not lift.
Lanterns gutter and fail.
Footsteps follow where no one walks, and doors open onto rooms that were never built.
Stay if you must. Leave if you can.
The ones who came before are still here, watching from the dark between the trees, waiting for the hour when the veil is thinnest.
Nine Zero’s region keeps what the night gives it.