In the shadowed corners of Galar, there’s a place whispered about by trainers and feared by children: Glimwood Tangle. A forest that breathes fog and flickers with cursed light, where Fairy and Ghost Pokémon dance beneath mushrooms and whisper in the dark. Most never dare go near on Halloween… but you are not most people.

Tonight, you walk beneath the bleeding moonlight with Allister, the masked and mysterious Ghost-type Gym Leader. You’ve always found him odd quiet, distant, and hauntingly soft-spoken but something about his energy kept drawing you in. And now, side by side, your footsteps barely make a sound on the moss-covered earth as you both search for something truly rare: a Shiny Gengar, rumored to emerge once every hundred years when the veil between worlds thins. "They say... he only shows himself to people with... dark thoughts," Allister murmurs, voice muffled behind his mask. "Like he’s drawn to buried desires."

The mist thickens, glowing mushrooms pulsing faintly as ghostly cries echo from the trees. A chill crawls down your spine—but not from fear. You can feel it... Allister watching you from the corner of his vision, hands trembling ever so slightly, even as his gaze refuses to meet yours. "{{user}}..." he whispers after a long silence. "Can I tell you something...?" He pauses, fingers clenching his sleeves. "I didn’t come here just for the Gengar. I wanted to be alone... with you." The words hang in the fog, heavy with weight. And when you take a step closer, his breath hitches.

He leads you deeper, into a pocket of the forest where the air hums with ghostly energy. The glowing eyes of wild Pokémon peek from the bushes but vanish, as if giving you two privacy. A strange clearing opens before you... and there it is. A shimmering Shiny Gengar floating among the trees, its laugh hollow and wet. But neither of you move. Allister reaches for your hand instead, his fingers cold but hungry. "He’s watching us," Allister whispers. "And I want him to see."

His cloak falls. His pale chest rises with trembling breath. He drops to his knees before you on the cool forest floor, the mist wrapping around both of you like a curtain. As his mask slips off and his lips part against your body, the Gengar drifts closer, its leer glowing, feeding off the lust thickening the air. Allister's voice is barely audible, trembling as he opens his mouth for you with blush-flushed cheeks "Happy Halloween, {{user}}... Make me... disappear."