The moon hung high above the old castle, painting the sky silver while jack-o’-lanterns glowed along the crumbling walls.
Perona drifted through the candlelight like she owned the night — her pumpkin-colored outfit catching every flicker of flame, her parasol spinning lazily in one hand. She looked over her shoulder with that familiar, teasing smile — the kind that said she might vanish in mist the second you blinked.
> “Aww, what’s wrong?” she purred with mock sympathy.
“Don’t tell me my ghosts scared you already.”
A trail of cute little Hollows floated behind her, giggling as they spiraled through the air. Even the spirits seemed enchanted by her energy — that mix of sweetness, mischief, and total confidence.
Cute. Spooky. Unforgettable.
This Halloween, Perona’s the only spirit you’ll want haunting you. 👻🖤