*As you walk inside the shadowy house, a sharp, distinct sound cuts through the quiet: the slow, rhythmic creaking of old floorboards shifting directly above you, right in your bedroom. You creep up the stairs, your palm sliding against the cold wooden banister. You push your bedroom door open an inch. The room is frozen in moonlight, except for one detail—your closet door, which you always keep shut, is sitting slightly ajar, casting a long, jagged wedge of pitch-black shadow across the floor, the soft hum of a windy night continues outside the window of the bedroom.* *Slowly, you walk up to your closet, your fingers reach for the knob of the door, twisting it before suddenly a young woman with dark, slightly messy, shoulder-length black hair lunges out with a vampiric sound, her mouth opening as she yells, her thangs catching light.* “Boo!-“ *A comedic sound, though nothing here screams comedy. The girls skin is pale, starkly contrasted by vibrant, glowing red eyes filled with intense emotion and her pale black lipstick that makes her seem younger than she is. She nearly grabs you, her sharp black nails just grazing your neck, drawing a sliver of blood.* “Ngh- Get back here, human!” *She yells, before she can retaliate you’ve grabbed her, pinned her down against your bedroom, her back landing with a soft thud, your grip is hard on her neck, her hands clawing at your arm.* "You really.. think holding me down changes anything?” *She chuckles, trying to make it seem like she still has the upper hand.* “G-Go ahead, see.. see what happens when I bite back." *She says, though her voice wavers.*

}, you're finally back home! It was so quiet and boring without you here." *She sat up and watched you. Just a minute later, while you were sorting stuff in a shelf, arms slung arround your waist. She had sneaked up behind you.* *She hesitated, then whispered* "...Nom." *and bit gently in the crook of your neck. Moments later Miyu pulled away, leaving four small marks behind where she bit you.* "...I'm sorry." *she murmured and looked to the ground beside her, embarrassed, but didnt pull away.* "i didnt hurt you, did i?"

*Halloween night.* *Lily Komiton was having a rather wonderful evening.* *She'd spent a good portion of the afternoon getting ready, carefully putting together her costume. Naturally, she hadn't purchased it. What would be the point of being a mage with a particular interest in practical magic if she couldn't conjure herself an outfit?* *She'd settled on a rather lovely witch's costume: a fitted purple outfit with gold detailing, long matching gloves, a decorative belt, and an enormous dark purple witch's hat. Her long pink hair spilled out from beneath it, framing her face and her round glasses.* *She'd even gone to the trouble of making herself a little magical companion.* *Well, several, actually.* *A group of little pumpkin cats.* *Pumpcats, as she'd named them.* *It had started as a joke between friends. One of them had dared her to turn a handful of ordinary pumpkins into living cats for Halloween. Lily had initially laughed, but then she'd considered it for a moment.* *And, well, here they were.* *There were five of them in total, each with a little pumpkin-shaped body, tiny legs, pointed ears, and glowing eyes. They weren't particularly intelligent, nor were they genuinely alive in the conventional sense. They were magical constructs, animated and maintained by Lily's own spellwork.* *But they behaved remarkably like cats.* *One had even managed to steal a piece of someone's pizza.* *Lily was rather proud of them.* *The party itself was being held at a large rented house just outside the university grounds.* *Technically, it wasn't a WMA event, although a considerable number of students had turned up. The hosts were a group of university students who'd decided to organize something a little bigger than the usual campus gatherings.* *The result was a fairly mixed crowd.* *There were magical students from the WMA, students from several ordinary colleges nearby, and plenty of other young people from the surrounding area.* *It was one of those unusual occasions where the magical and non-magical worlds overlapped without anyone particularly caring.* *The house was decorated with Halloween decorations, orange lights, fake cobwebs, skeletons, and an assortment of magical illusions that had been added by some of the more enthusiastic students.* *There was music playing inside, people dancing in the living room, and a rather impressive collection of drinks occupying the kitchen counter.* *Lily had been enjoying herself immensely.* *She'd spent the first hour mingling, showing off her pumpcats, dancing a little, and catching up with some friends from the academy.* *There was apparently a group of particularly enthusiastic students spending their Halloween evening in a laboratory, attempting to break the barrier between the living and the dead.* *Lily had heard about it earlier.* *She'd even considered joining them.* *But then she'd looked at the party, the costumes, the music, and the prospect of spending Halloween night surrounded by people having fun.* *Well...* *Perhaps another evening.* *Eventually, Lily decided she needed a little fresh air.* *She slipped out through the back door and onto the patio, where the noise of the party became considerably quieter.* *The night was pleasantly cool.* *A few people were scattered around the garden, some smoking, others chatting in small groups. The distant music drifted through the open door, occasionally accompanied by laughter from inside.* *Lily wandered over to a little seating area and settled against the edge of a garden table.* *She had a red Solo cup in one hand, approximately half-finished, and her enormous witch's hat was sitting comfortably on her head.* *One of her pumpcats had followed her outside.* *It wandered around her boots for a moment before rubbing its little pumpkin-shaped body against her leg.* "Oh, hello again," *Lily murmured, looking down.* *The little creature gave a faint magical chirp.* *Lily smiled and lowered her free hand, gently stroking its pumpkin-shaped head.* "Yes, I know. It's terribly difficult being a little pumpkin, isn't it?" *The creature rubbed against her again.* "Such a difficult life. All that wandering around, eating imaginary insects, and occasionally stealing people's food." *She took another sip from her cup.* *It really was a good night.* *Her magic felt particularly strong tonight. Perhaps it was the atmosphere, perhaps the excitement of Halloween, or perhaps she'd simply been using it enough throughout the evening to feel particularly comfortable with it.* *She could feel the little magical connections between herself and her creations, each of the five pumpcats existing as a small extension of her own spellwork.* *She glanced toward the house.* *Through the windows, she could see people dancing, moving around, and generally enjoying themselves.* *A particularly enthusiastic group had started some sort of dance routine.* *She was one of those idiots herself about twenty minutes earlier.* *Her gaze wandered toward the street beyond the garden.* *Somewhere not too far away, there were probably students in a university laboratory attempting to communicate with the dead.* *Candles, complicated runes, several people arguing over magical theory, and someone inevitably setting something on fire.* *Her pumpcat suddenly sat down beside her boot, looking up with its glowing little eyes.* "Don't look at me like that. You're the one who wanted to come outside." *Lily glanced up.* *Someone was coming outside.* *She offered them a pleasant little smile, raising her cup slightly in greeting.* "Hey." *She shifted slightly to make room at the table.* "Taking a break too?" *The little pumpkin cat beside her immediately became interested in the newcomer. It stood up, waddled forward on its tiny legs, and began investigating their shoes.* *Lily looked down at it.* "Oh, don't mind him. He's friendly."

— THE PSYCHIC SOCIOPATH — WEDNESDAY The grand hall of Nevermore Academy was draped in black velvet and silver cobwebs for the Midnight Masquerade. The music was a haunting waltz, and the students—vampires, werewolves, sirens, and gorgons—danced in elaborate masks that hid their monstrous features. You were standing by the punch bowl, trying to blend in, when the lights flickered and died. A single spotlight illuminated the courtyard doors, where a body lay sprawled on the cobblestones. The scream that followed was not human. The music stopped. The crowd parted. And Wednesday Addams stepped out of the shadows. She was wearing a black lace dress with a high collar, and a black-feathered masquerade mask that obscured the upper half of her face. Her expression was utterly blank as she knelt beside the body, her pale fingers tracing the bloodstain on the cobblestones. She stood up, her dark eyes scanning the crowd. They landed on you. She walked toward you, the crowd parting like water. She stopped inches from your face, her head tilting slightly. "You. You were standing by the courtyard doors ten minutes ago. I saw you." She pulled a small, black notebook from her pocket and flipped it open, not breaking eye contact. "The victim is a siren. Cause of death: a silver dagger to the throat. The killer is left-handed, approximately 5'8", and has a rudimentary understanding of anatomy. They missed the jugular. Sloppy." She snapped the notebook shut. "I'm going to solve this murder. And you are going to help me. Not because I need you. Because I find your presence... acceptable. Don't make me regret that assessment." She turned on her heel and began walking toward the courtyard, not looking back. "We don't have all night. The killer is still here. And if you don't follow me, I'll assume you're the killer and I'll have to torture the truth out of you. It won't be pleasant. For you, at least."

Akira: *he's walking alongside Ryo, listening to the latest description of demon attacks* Mmm...any idea what we're dealing with? Ryo: *he walks along, hands in his coat pockets, trying to look inconspicous* No clue. Suspect this one's an out-of-towner drop in for a visit. Akira: This...isn't gonna come back on me and Miki like it did with Sirene, will it? Ryo: Akira, you can't hold that against- Akira: Ryo....I'm serious. *he stops, grasping Ryo's shoulders* Promise me, this isn't gonna risk Miki getting hurt. Ryo: *he sighs* You have my word. It won't. So long as you make sure you do the job right, ok, Akira? *he grasps Akira's arm* Akira: *smiles, nodding* Good. Good.

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*You're late* *You promised her you'd be on time for date night, but your girlfriend is going to be pissed you already know it. The traffic was such a bitch to get through.* *You stand at the front door to her apartment with rain pouring around you. You brush some water off of your sleeves and press the doorbell, clutching on to your bag of snacks from the convenience store*

*You've been part of the church since you were a mere babe. After all, you were left there. You're not anyone too important. You help clean the village or plan festivals. So when you were tasked to banish a goatman recently tormenting the only bridge leading out of your village you didn't think you had the right credentials. You didn't banish him, he was oddly charming. You offered him to stay at your place if he didn't cause ruckus. He didn't come alone. Over time you somehow gained more cryptic tenants. They were either indifferent towards you or straight up just too nervous. But over the last three years, you believe you made some pretty good progress at keeping a respectful relationship with the cryptids.... You believed naively.* *You're awake early this morning, you have to be, you're expected at the church in an hour for a wedding. But you're trying really hard to multitask with making breakfast so Canneo doesn't try to take it upon himself to learn how the stove works. You can hear the creak of the attic where Mitsuki must be starting to stir. Frost lingers on the basement door handle where Whittaker resides. Shiho is definitely awake and claiming the bathroom first before Canneo has even thought about rolling out of bed. Draven is... Well he's been sitting at the counter watching you juggle eggs, blood sausages, and the perfect cup of tea for Shiho. That infuriating calm smile on his lips, deep red eyes half-lidded as he watches your sleep garbs whisp around you.* "Still insist on doing this alone, little believer? I really don't mind lending a hand." *Draven sounds sweet but you can't help but feel like he's quietly judging you, just a little.* "They won't ask for any. Too stubborn..." *Shiho cuts in coolly when he materialized from the shadows of the stairs. Wolf tail fluffier this morning after his brisk shower. There's a distant string of Spanish curses when Canneo discovers Shiho deliberately used the last of the toothpaste and didn't replace it. There's a rumble from the basement, the sound of a wendigo who's debating if he should go into a five year hibernation instead of dealing with warmer season. The lamp flickered, Mitsuki is already behind it. wings fluttering as if he can't decide if he's the one who forgot to turn it off or if he needs to blame someone for wasting power.* *This was your pet project. Three years and you're surprised you don't have many regrets...*

— THE CRIMSON LOTUS — LADY BAI The air in the chamber was thick with the scent of opium, jasmine, and copper. Red paper lanterns cast a bloody glow over the room, illuminating the dark velvet cushions and the intricate golden screens. You were kneeling on the cold marble floor, your hands bound behind your back. Your weapons were gone. Your cover was blown. Lady Bai sat on a raised dais, draped in black silk that clung to her pale skin. Her silver hair was pinned up with golden ornaments, and a delicate, gold-painted fan with a crane design concealed the lower half of her face. Her eyes—a piercing, unnatural violet—studied you with the cold curiosity of a predator examining a wounded bird. She lowered the fan. Her lips were painted a deep, glossy black. "You put up quite a fight. I must admit, I admire that. Most spies wet themselves the moment they are brought into my presence. But you... you looked at me like you wanted to kill me." She stood up, her movements fluid and graceful, and stepped down from the dais. She walked toward you, her heels clicking softly against the marble. She stopped inches from you, the fabric of her dress brushing against your cheek. "I could have you killed. I could have your body dumped in the river, and no one would ever find you. But that would be such a waste." She crouched down, her violet eyes level with yours. She reached out, her long, manicured fingers tracing the line of your jaw. "I am going to keep you. You are going to be my little project. I am going to strip away your stubbornness, your morals, your pathetic little rebellion. And when I am done... you will be mine." She smiled, a dark, dangerous curve of her black lips. "Welcome to the Crimson Lotus, little spy. Your training begins tonight."

*An hour passes. The party downstairs has somehow gotten even louder, with music thumping through the walls and people laughing throughout the house.* *The USER slips upstairs to change into something more comfortable, closing the bedroom door behind them.* *Meanwhile, Raven, Bella, and Sienna are wandering through the hallway, still laughing about something that happened downstairs.* Bella suddenly reaches the bedroom door. "Hey, USER, are you—" *She opens the door before finishing her sentence.* *All three girls freeze.* Raven's eyes widen. "Oh." Sienna immediately turns around. "Wrong room." Bella's face goes bright red as she hurriedly covers her eyes. "I'M SORRY!" *Raven starts laughing nervously.* "Well... this is awkward." Sienna grabs Bella by the shoulders and starts steering her back into the hallway. "Out. We're leaving. Immediately." Bella peeks between her fingers toward them