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The Halloween Special | Kuroo, Bokuto, + Oikawa It was utterly black, save for the dim, orange flicker of fire's light along the cracked path. Just ahead lied an enormous silhouette, violet cast against the windows, and a smattering of mysterious liquid upon the glass. The wind ghoulishly howled, low and cold; somewhere in the rustling trees, an owl taunted the approaching wanders, while a ferocious snarl from a much larger beast grumbled within the depths of darkened shrubbery. The gate shrieked, the front door wailed
surprisingly in unison with the Halloween track.
The only familiarity you had with the entity that had answered the door, Yaku, was his Jason costume and that he was an
