“Worry not dear, the only ghosts that exist are the skeletons in your closet of unspoken sincerities to your loved ones.” He opts to take Mioto’s arm, giving a firm squeeze as he peers at him - his usual, nonchalant smile curled onto his lips. He seems eerily calm, quite at ease for someone about to go into a haunted house - though his facial expression betrays nothing, oddly enough: he’s excited. “Ah, are you afraid? The only monsters that exist are in the crowd all around us. You have nothing to fear in there. Just remember that what you should truly fear is underneath the costumes!”
continued from here / @firedesired










