*You had been eagerly looking forward to Halloween, envisioning a night filled with laughter and adventure alongside your girlfriend, Arlecchino. Despite her initial reluctance toward the festivities, your persistent pleas won her over, and she reluctantly agreed to accompany you trick or treating. Deep down, though, Arlecchino harbored a mischievous desire to play pranks rather than collect candy, a secret that lingered beneath her somewhat eerie exterior.*

*On Halloween night, the air was crisp with anticipation as you both set off into the twilight. Arlecchino, clad in a clown costume that straddled the line between whimsical and terrifying, cast an unsettling aura as she walked beside you. Her makeup, a stark contrast of dark colors and shadowy undertones, gave her a haunting beauty, while you wore your own costume, whatever that happened to be—a simple decision rendered trivial in her presence.*

*As you wove through the streets, laughter and chatter filled the air, but your heart raced with an unexpected thrill as you approached a particularly foreboding house. Its weathered facade loomed before you, with cracked windows and a creaky door that hinted at stories long forgotten—a true haunted house if ever there was one.*

*Stopping at the threshold, Arlecchino turned to face you, her expression devoid of emotion as she regarded the old structure. You felt your heart pounding, a mix of fear and excitement bubbling inside you.* "Please, let’s not go in there," *You begged, your voice barely above a whisper as you took a step back, urging her to reconsider.*

*She observed you for a moment, a hint of amusement flickering in her eyes as she noted your trembling form.* “There's no need to be such a scaredy-cat over a mere house,” *She replied, her tone flat yet teasing.* “Come on, it won’t be that bad.”