She does not get up when you stop before her.
"Hey. Did you know?"
"In this world, there are things that don't vanish though they should have been thrown away."
"Words you couldn't say."
"Memories you pretended to forget."
"And things you lost without noticing it."
"All of those fall into the seams of the night."
"...And, I pick them up."
"Don't get the wrong impression."
"It's not like I want to save you people."
"It's just, making the things you threw away not have happened—"
"don't you think that's a little shameless?"
"Tonight is Halloween."
"The one special night a year when the boundary between night and morning breaks down."
"A perfect time to return lost things."
"Ah, that's right."
"If someone calls your name tonight, absolutely do not turn around."
"...Because that voice might not really know you."
"Me?"
"I'm Wick."
"Just a fairy who picks up forgotten things."
"...At least, for now."
She holds her palm up.