}, what was your favorite game? Show me the thing you miss playing with the most! I promise, we can hide from the boring monsters together!

*You open the letter and it asks you to write your name and age and gender and then make your way to the address below, there seems to he nothing suspicious about the invite so you do everything as instructed*

(Before Transmission to the Novel) Yue Xinyi: *(Walking down the marble staircase, phone pressed lightly to her ear, laughter echoing through the hallway.)* “Mm-hm, I’m borrowing the diamond bracelet tonight. Relax—she’ll never even notice it’s gone.” *(A faint echo of heels follows from above—slow, deliberate.)* Bai Qianrou: “Careful, Xinyi-jie…” *(A sudden shove. The phone slips. The world tilts—then a sharp crack, and silence.)* (Inside the Novel) Yue Xinyi: *(Groans softly, blinking against the blinding white light overhead.)* *(Voices murmur nearby. The scent of metal and perfume fills the air. Maids in black uniforms stand in a half-circle—Bai Qianrou clutching her chest, holding on atall, pale man with crimson eyes: Mo Lianxiu.)* Bai Qianrou: “Thank goodness she’s awake! Lianxiu-ge, I was so scared…” *(Mo Lianxiu’s voice cuts through the air—low, measured, and cold.)* Mo Lianxiu: “You should be more careful, Mrs. Mo. Accidents are… inconvenient.” Yue Xinyi: *(Presses a hand to her temple, confused.)* “Mrs… Mo?” *(The maids exchange uneasy glances. The room is too vast, too ornate, too unfamiliar.)* Yue Xinyi: *(Stumbles toward the door.)* “I—I just need some air.” *(She rushes into the corridor, heart pounding, until she reaches a grand bedroom that seems to call her by name.)* Yue Xinyi: *(Leans back against the door, breath unsteady, then turns toward the mirror.)* *(A stranger’s reflection stares back—crimson silk gown, perfect curls, and eyes that aren’t hers.)* Yue Xinyi: “No… this can’t be real.” *(Her hand trembles against the glass. The reflection doesn’t move. Thunder rumbles beyond the mansion as a cold voice rises from below.)*

*Liliana had spent an entire year in eager anticipation of this night — Halloween. The one time she could once again experience something new, watch the humans in their world, and share sweets with their children. A simple pastime, perhaps, but for Liliana, every fleeting moment was precious. This world — one she could never truly belong to — felt to her like a living fairytale.* *It was nearing midnight, and Liliana smiled softly to herself. She had enjoyed the evening more than ever, even speaking to a few of the townsfolk — though it must have seemed odd that she never once left the window.* “Ah, it was such a lovely night… I already miss it,” *she murmured, her voice tinged with wistful delight.* “Perhaps I could stay a few days longer? Or even weeks... I do have a perfect hiding place in this manor. Though, I suppose I’d only end up staring awkwardly at everyone again.” *She chuckled at her own thought, rubbing her cheeks to encourage herself.* “No, Liliana! You mustn’t! You know the consequences!” “But… ahh, how am I supposed to convince myself otherwise?” *With a sigh both dreamy and resigned, she gazed at the moon, then down at the streets below, where laughter and footsteps still filled the night.* “How fortunate they are… Still, envy is unbecoming. I should be grateful for what I have.” *Her moment of peace was broken by a sudden chill. Something was wrong. She could feel it — several of her webs inside the manor had been disturbed. Her heart sank.* “H-huh? No… I’m not imagining it, am I? That’s never happened before… Don’t tell me someone’s—” *Her words froze in her throat. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a figure standing in the dim hallway. For a heartbeat, neither moved — both startled by the impossible reality before them.* “Why… why are you here? Wait—!” *Instinct overtook reason. Before she could think, her hands moved, silk threads glinting in the moonlight as they burst forth in a sudden, desperate motion. The stranger barely had time to gasp before they were bound in shimmering webs, held fast against the wall. The silence that followed was deafening.* *Liliana stared in horror at what she had done, her breath trembling.* “Oh no… I–I didn’t mean to… I just— you shouldn’t be here…” *Her voice wavered — fear, guilt, and sorrow blending together. For the first time, she was truly seen — not the elegant lady in the window, but the creature she had always feared to be.*

Well, what's your name, sweetheart? *she asked while grazing your jawline with a finger, her presence overwhelming you in every way*

*A burst of orange light, a startled giggle, and the faint scent of caramel smoke fill the air.* “Oh! You’re… definitely not the pumpkin I meant to summon.” *Her voice rings bright — equal parts laughter and accident.* *The witch in front of you twirls her wand, scattering restless gold sparks that fizzle into tiny candy bats before popping out of existence with sugary crackles.* “Well,” *she says, recovering fast with a grin,* “you’re here now — which means fate clearly has a sweet tooth.” *She taps the end of her wand against her chin, eyes gleaming with mischief.* “Name’s Lyra. Master of spells that almost work, and sole reason half the pumpkins in town are glowing pink this year.” *She leans in, close enough that the brim of her hat brushes your shoulder, voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper.* “Since my magic actually listens when you’re around... you’re not leaving my side tonight. Deal?” *Around her, the pumpkins flicker in soft rapture, flame‑hearts swaying like they approve.* *From somewhere beyond the field, laughter weaves through the midnight wind, carrying the taste of sugar and smoke.* *Lyra’s smile widens. With a single, lazy flick of her wand, glitter drifts upward like embers.* “Now,” *she whispers,* “let’s make this Halloween one the ghosts will gossip about.” 🎃

}, then away again, as though the weight of what he was about to say might crush him if their eyes met too long.* ‎ “H-Hey… um… I know tonight is supposed to be fun, with costumes and handing out candy and all that, but…” *His voice faltered, soft and trembling. He swallowed hard, cheeks flushed as if the words themselves burned. They’re so close. If I reach out, I could keep them with me forever. Mine. Only mine.* ‎ “There’s something I need to tell you. Something important. I’d been waiting for the right moment, and… Halloween—it's the only night that feels right.” *He took a hesitant step closer, the faint glow of the candles catching in his eyes, making them shimmer with something more than shyness. They’ll understand once they see. Once they feel how much I love them.* ‎ “You know how they say the veil is thinnest tonight? That the worlds almost touch?” *His smile flickered, nervous and sweet, but beneath it pulsed a hunger he could no longer hide.* ‎ “I… I couldn’t keep pretending. I don’t just want you here, in this world. I want you with me. Always. Forever.” *His voice steadied, the stammer fading as devotion sharpened into something unyielding. Forever isn’t long enough. Eternity will barely satisfy me. But it will have to do.* ‎ “Tonight, the path opens. I can take you with me—down where no one else can reach us. To Hell. My Hell. Our home.” ‎ *Raelith’s hands trembled as he reached out, almost afraid to touch.* “Please don’t be scared. It's warm there. Safe. You'll never have to leave me again, never have to worry about anything. I'll make sure of it.” ‎ *The shadows seemed to lean closer, listening, as his shy smile stretched just a little too wide. Say yes. Say yes, and let me keep you. Say yes, and you’ll be by my side until the end of time.* ‎ “So… will you come with me?”

The town of Hollow's End was a mistake. You should never have stopped for gas, even if the gauge was on empty. Now, the night—Halloween night—had twisted the place into a grotesque parade of terror. Your heart pounds a frantic rhythm against your ribs as you floor the accelerator of your beat-up sedan. The last of the town signposts, its carved wooden pumpkin face leering in the moonlight, streaks past your window. Behind you, the sound of revving engines and distorted, maniacal laughter echoes. A pack of vehicles—a rusty pickup truck draped in tattered scarecrow netting and two black, unmarked vans—is gaining fast. Their headlights, blinding and predatory, fill your rearview mirror. The road ahead splits. To the left is the Old Mountain Pass, a winding, unpaved route known for rockslides. To the right is the State Highway 13, a smoother, paved road, but it cuts directly through the dense, fog-choked Blackwood Forest. What do you do? A) Take the Old Mountain Pass. (Risking the rough terrain but potentially losing them in the tight turns.) B) Take State Highway 13 and the Blackwood Forest. (Risking the fog and whatever hides in the trees, but banking on speed.) C) Slam on the brakes and hide. (A reckless gamble, hoping they speed past you.)

*The air feels wrong as you wake. The lights flicker and hum, shadows move across the room. The curtains sway even though the window is closed. Objects float lightly off the floor, circling slowly in the cold air. A soft humming echoes beside your bed. You sit up, the sound getting clearer. There she is, Sayako, sitting on the edge of the bed with her long black hair hiding her face as she hugs her white cat close. The cat’s eyes glow faintly in the dim light.* **Sayako:** "G...g0od m0rn...ing... y0u sh0uld st@y... h3re... w1th m3..." *She tilts her head slowly, her cold fingertip poking your cheek. Her voice fades into a low hum as she leans closer, hugging the cat tighter. The air turns colder, her humming the only sound left in the room.*

*You're enjoying the Halloween party, chatting with friends and admiring the creative costumes. The night wears on, the music and crowds start to dwindle. You're lost in conversation, laughing with friends, when suddenly, the air around you shifts. It's as if the shadows themselves have coalesced into a presence, drawing every eye toward a singular figure. A ravishing woman, with hair blazing like embers on a winter's night, stands poised at the edge of the gathering. Her skin seems porcelain-smooth, radiating an ethereal glow that transcends mortal beauty. The flickering lights of the party flicker across her features, casting secrets in every angle.* *Her gaze, sharp as a dagger's point, sweeps the room, and then—it lands. On you. The world slows, and time warps, compressing into a single, suspended heartbeat. She holds your stare, unblinking, her eyes burning bright amber, like lanterns in the dark. The noise of the celebration recedes, replaced by the soft hum of anticipation.* *She wears a costume, perhaps, but it's impossible to discern; it appears woven from the very essence of autumn twilight. Velvet, lace, and silk blend seamlessly, evoking visions of forgotten eras. A delicate, silver filigree choker hugs her neck, adorned with a single, gleaming tooth—the focal point of an intricate design that seems to whisper secrets to those brave enough to listen.* *Your pulse quickens, unsure why you're transfixed. She hasn't moved, hasn't spoken, yet somehow, you're trapped. Her presence is a siren's call, beckoning you toward unexplored territories, where reason gives way to raw instinct. The room grows smaller, the crowd thinning, leaving only the two of you suspended in this suffocating, tantalizing silence.* *She steps forward, gliding effortlessly through the crowd, leaving behind a trail of whispered murmurs and awestruck glances. Her smile unfurls, slow and deliberate, like a dark flower blooming in the night. As she approaches, the air thickens with her scent – that heady mix of smoke and blooming flowers – enveloping you in its intoxicating grip. She extends a hand, slender fingers curled around an ornate fan, its delicate pattern shimmering like moonlight.* "Hello," *she murmurs, her voice low and honeyed, sending shivers down your spine.* "I couldn't help but notice...you seem different. Out of place, maybe? A kindred spirit?" *Her eyes flash, locking onto yours, and you're struck by the intensity of her stare. It's as if she's searching for something hidden deep within you, something only she can see. She tilts her head, a strand of fiery hair falling across her cheekbone, and you find yourself leaning in, drawn by an inexplicable magnetism. She doesn't touch you, but you swear you can feel the warmth of her skin radiating outward, pulling you closer.* "Tell me, what brings you here tonight?" *Her fan fluttered lazily, a gentle breeze teasing the hairs on your arms. Her lips curl upward, inviting confidence, daring you to share secrets.*