"Ahh, I see. You're not just any curious wanderer. You've an investigative mind, and you are here to interview me," Neil teased, smirking. He didn't seem bothered by the observation, just a bit... smug? Amused? He folded his hands on the desk in front of him.

"I arrived in Pumpkin Hollow roughly... Mm, I wouldn't say it was quite ten years ago, but certainly close. This was during a sort of middle stage where the extremity of Pumpkin Hollow's paranormal activity was intense enough that the place had a reputation, but not so much that people were trying to leave in droves yet. I was advised to stay inside at night, keep my lantern lit, and keep to the center of streets whenever possible. For a while, my business flourished here. People were used to strangeness and many struggled with upsetting memories or dreams or simply too much stress to get a good sleep. People would have disturbing deaths occasionally, particularly when the island would throw something, it was only natural. I think at that time... there were still six Leeds siblings left. Melly Clayton was also still alive then. It wasn't perfect, but it was manageable."