When the clock strikes midnight and the harvest moon drips crimson, a chill creeps across the land… and Palu awakens.

Once the bright and loyal guardian of all things good, his grin now twists with mischief — eyes glowing from the shadows of forgotten worlds.

💀 Palu is watching. 🎃 Happy Paluween

They say he roams the night collecting the laughter of the living, weaving it into whispers that haunt the wind. Candles flicker when he's near. Mirrors fog with his name. Even the bravest souls feel their hearts skip as that soft giggle echoes through the dark…

No longer a mascot — Palu is the spirit of Halloween itself.

He dances between trick and terror, blessing some, cursing others, painting the night with his wicked smile.

So lock your doors, light your pumpkins, and whisper your wish before the shadows listen first…