As Valentino strolled towards the markets, the autumn breeze blew through the wind. He had just finished work, and promptly went to the markets, ready for some lantern fruit carving. "What will I carve this year?" He asked himself, thinking about all the different things he could carve into his fruits. Would he carve a particularly interesting star pattern, a fun memory, or something else? The options were limitless.
While approaching the markets, he ran into Dusky. "Hey, Dusky! Ho...