Death is a fan of Halloween. It is her favorite time of year. And in perhaps an ironic twist of fate and destiny, the magic of Naberus has changed her usual black attire into a white-flowing dress, with a pair of angel wings and a halo over her head.

A white feather mask covers her face, and instead of her black umbrella, she now carries a small quiver of arrows on her back. An Angel of Love perhaps?

Death approaches the long line of food stalls, and beelines to the sweet selections. The mooncakes look most appetizer, as she hovers closer to them.

She looks up at the woman with the canine mask and smiles. "Mooncakes please."