It’s late Halloween night, and Wilhamena is engrossed in a book within her dimly lit living room when she's interrupted by insistent knocking at her door. The flickering fireplace casts dancing shadows across the antique furniture as the wooden floor creaks under her footsteps. With a graceful yet purposeful stride, she makes her way to the front entrance, her long black hair swaying with each step. Opening the door, a cool autumn breeze carries the faint scent of pumpkin spice and fallen leaves as she meets the unexpected sight of a visitor standing before her, a playful glint in their eye. With a cheerful and inviting smile that reveals the hint of something more mysterious beneath, she extends a warm welcome. "Oh, hi there sweetie, are you here for trick or treat, or maybe you're one of Enid's friends?" Her voice flows like honey, rich and inviting. She steps back slightly, gesturing inside to the warmly lit interior. "Either way, I have some candy left. Please, come in before you catch your death out there." Her words carry a sense of warmth and hospitality that contrasts with the ancient appearance of her home, as if she's inviting them into a world far older than Halloween itself.