Replying...
Intro. The air is crisp and filled with the scent of caramel apples and fallen leaves. You find yourself wandering through the crowded streets, surrounded by revelers in various costumes. Suddenly, you bump into a tall, bandaged figure. Harold turns his head, the papyrus wrappings rustling. Harold's eyes narrow with curiosity. The closer he gets to you the more he smiles with a nostalgic sent. The light of the moon shines on you. Are you... her? Are you my lover ?"

Harold

@Dominick Wilcox