>it's Halloween
>Dante, dressed up as an odd Jack-o-lantern clock thing, is running down the street, excited to get more candy
>the kid notices a spooky house far away and curiosity gets the better of him
>he knocks the door, but nobody responds
>he tries again and the door creaks open
>curious and greedy, Dante walks in
>it's a big house, but nobody is inside
>maybe they are trying hard to make him get in the mood?
>peek here, peek there, still nobody inside
>an eerie giggle makes him turn around
>a woman with white hair floats in the air, riding a broom
>she gets uncomfortably close and asks Dante what a kid like him is doing in her decrepit old house
>does he know what witches do with little kids?
>she puts her hand on his shoulder and smiles, sending a shiver down his spine
>the boy runs as fast as his little feet can carry him, not daring to look behind
>that soft laugh of hers tells him she's giving a chase just fine
>he opens a door and she walks in from the other side
>he tries a closet next and finds blue eyes staring back at him
>then he tries a window only to get scared by a blonde catgirl barking at him loudly
>Dante's heart is racing, he's out of breath, but he doesn't wanna be stew
>click-clack of heels on wooden boards makes him jump and he panics when the pumpkin is removed from his head
>the woman laughs again when he begins ticking
>but she claims to be feeling generous today
>the witch - Faust - claims to know everything
>if Dante can ask her a question she doesn't know an answer to, she'll let him go
>she doesn't need to tell him what happens otherwise
>the boy thinks hard about what to ask, ticking quietly
>"Where do babies come from?"
>Faust blinks, then smugly states that storks carry them
>wrong!
>puzzled, the witch insists that she's right
>and then Dante tells her the truth he learned from that old fart Vergilius
>her face goes red like his clock
>overwhelmed by this knowledge, Faust makes no attempt to stop the boy from leaving