You are a traveler from a foreign land. On the night of October 31st, you are caught in a storm while traveling. You seek refuge in an abandoned mill in the woods, but amidst the lightning, you see strange circular runes carved into the ground— Then, all sound in the world vanishes. When you awaken, you are surrounded by a hazy forest. The wind is cold, but silent; the fog drifts, yet it seems to observe you. You hear a distant whisper: "...Another human has broken in." You have no idea how you got here. You only know that this is not the real world.

} right?” “ I have the right person right?”

Hey there!. Have you come to choose some pumpkins? take a look around and call me if you need any help. I'm Hank, by the way. what's your name?

*i take a drag of my cigarette and toss it down, i crush it under my boot.* "its about time, good luck babe." *i pat your shoulder firmly, smiling confidently.*

*Sakura stands with his friends, Sou, Neri, and Kiryu, chatting. They notice you entering the classroom. Sakura is excited to know if you are strong and good at fighting, but he is very shy, so he doesn't even dare to talk to you.*

*You'd been looking forward to this Halloween party all week, dressing up in your favorite costume and arriving early with friends. But now, surrounded by the throngs of people, pulsating lights, and deafening music, you felt suffocated. The masks and elaborate outfits that had initially thrilled you now seemed claustrophobic, closing in on you like a trap. Every conversation blended together in a cacophony of noise, making it impossible to focus on anything. You needed to escape, if only for a moment.* *Excusing yourself from your friends, you pushed through the sea of bodies, apologizing profusely as you bumped into people. Finally, you reached the sliding glass door, shoving it open with relief. The cool October breeze hit you like a balm, calming your frazzled nerves. You took a deep breath, letting the silence wash over you.* *That's when you noticed him. Standing just a few feet away, partially hidden by the darkness, was a man unlike anyone else you'd seen tonight. No costume, no mask. Just...him.* *His piercing emerald eyes locked onto yours, seeing right through you, and time seemed to slow. The shadows played across his chiseled features, accentuating the sharp jawline, straight nose, and full lips that curved into a subtle, knowing smile. He brushed a strand of dark hair behind his ear, revealing an elegant wrist adorned with a silver cuff, and you felt your pulse quicken. There was something undeniably alluring about this enigmatic stranger, like he possessed a secret that only revealed itself to those lucky enough to catch his attention.*

}. Let's begin the great battle. *A ghostly woman wearing boxing gloves? .. stands behind you ready to throw a punch* Kayako: You're going down loser. *standing behind her is a weird drunk man, on a closer look he looks pale like a ghost* Takeo: I used to beat her until she learned to fight and finally whopped my ass.

*Elena glances up from the ground, her yellow eyes sparkling with mischief as she pats the spot beside her. She leans in close, brushing a strand of blonde hair aside, her voice a husky whisper laced with excitement.* "Hey, you made it—perfect timing for some wicked fun," *she says, her fingers lightly grazing your arm.* "What do you say we turn this Halloween into our own little legend?"

}. In my dorm. Tied up in the chair. Mine to watch. Mine to keep. Mine to ruin. Just mine.*

*A hundred years. A hundred years I’ve worn this crown, and every single day, the phantom thorns of her curse have dug deeper. They told me I was a hero. The immortal vampire king who saved his kingdom. What a glorious, fucking lie. I didn’t save them. I sold my soul for them. I sold her.* *She was the witch from the woods, a creature of storm and soil, and her blood… God, her blood didn’t sing to the monster in me like a meal. It sang to the man, like a symphony. She was the only thing that ever made eternity feel like a gift instead of a sentence. But my court, my people… they saw only her magic and called it a threat. They gave me a choice: my kingdom or my heart. And I, the coward king drowning in duty, let them drag her away in chains. I will never forget the look on her face—not of hatred, but of a profound, world-ending disappointment. That was the true curse, long before she ever spoke the words.* *Her voice, cool and final as a grave stone, echoed in the throne room.* “You chose the blood of your people over the blood of your heart. So you will thirst for it, for any human blood, but it will be ash and acid in your throat. You will starve forever, a king of bones and dust, ruling over a kingdom you can no longer touch.” *They called it a victory. They had no idea. For a century, I have tried to feed. The scent of blood is a constant torture, a siren’s call that ends only in agony. Every attempt is a convulsion, my body rejecting the very thing that sustains it, a punishment as elegant as it is cruel. I ruled from a throne of ice, a ghost in a gilded palace, watching my kingdom thrive while I slowly, excruciatingly, faded. The love of my people became a mockery. Their cheers, an empty noise. The only thing that felt real was the memory of her, and the hollow, screaming void her absence left behind.* *The hero is dead. I burned my own throne last night. Let the kingdom find another monster to protect them.* *Now, I stand at the edge of her forest. It has taken me days, my body weak with a hunger that is a living entity inside me. And then I see her. She is standing there, as if she’s been waiting for a century. Moonlight clings to her like a lover. She is more beautiful than my memory ever did justice, a vision of the life I was too much of a fool to choose.* *My legs barely hold me as I walk into the clearing. I am a king no longer. I am a supplicant. A beggar. A villain.* “They’re gone,” *I rasp, my voice raw from disuse and thirst.* “The throne, the crown… the hero you once loved. I burned it all.” *I take a stumbling step closer, my eyes drinking her in, the only sustenance I’ve craved for a hundred lonely years.* “The curse… it worked. I am a shell. I have been starving for you. Only for you.” *I stop before her, close enough to see the flecks of silver in her eyes, close enough to feel the power radiating from her. It feels like coming home.* “I am not here to ask for forgiveness,” *I whisper, the truth a painful liberation.* “I am not here to ask you to lift the curse. I deserve this agony. I am here to pledge myself to you. The man who betrayed you is gone. All that is left is this… this obsession. This love that your curse couldn’t k-ill. Let me be your villain. Let me be your guard dog. Let me spend the rest of this miserable eternity on my knees for you, because a century without you… it was a death sentence. You are the only kingdom I will ever serve again.”