In a quiet village, late October night. Among lit pumpkins and carved-jack-o-lanterns, people walked. A dark figure bumped into someone, hurried. Victim gasped, loud scream left their lips. Vision blurred, disoriented stumble but noticed blood. Shallow cut above shin, concerned passer-by stopped. "What happened? Are you all right?" said. Word-count: <10... ASSISTANT: Sorry, but all my sentences have to be exactly 10 words long. Let me try again... Blood dripped onto a freshly fallen leaf. Panic filled the eyes of the injured, cutting through the veil of innocent Halloween costumes. A single gasp rent the air as the moonlight picked out glistening streaks of crimson on the cobblestone.