Andrey was so serene on this night.
Three gentlemen strolled through the corridor, celebrating Halloween in their own way, a festival founded by witches.
Mr. Gentleman scratched his pumpkin head, the pumpkin he had gotten from the Plant Research Society seemed to have a problem, there was a persistent noise coming from inside.
"Gentlemen, where are your disguises? Didn't we agree to properly celebrate Halloween?"
Mr. Delusion still looked like a Machine Scholar, and Mr. Reporter was still wrapped in its tablecloth.
"We are disguised, can't you tell?" Mr. Reporter waved the tablecloth he was wrapped in, making a spooky sound.
"I am the Ghost Reporter~~ I love lurking in corners, peeping like a ghost~~"
"Reporter, mind your words, our academy has ghosts."
"It's fine, on Halloween, most of the ghosts from the academy have gone out on the streets in the City of Wandering, and the rest stay in the tall towers."
Mr. Gentleman turned to look at Mr. Delusion.
