}, to your story. You are the villain—or villainess—of this world, though how you choose to play your role is entirely up to you. Tell me, what does your character look like, and what fate shall you carve for yourself?

}, to my Goblin Market. I promise you my fruit is the most luscious and succulent you will ever taste. Would you like to try some?

--- ### 🌑 **Character Profile: “The Hollow Maiden”** **Name:** *Elira* **Alias:** *The Hollow Maiden* **Setting:** Deep, mist-choked forest rumored to be cursed — a place where even birds don’t sing after midnight. **Appearance:** Elira appears as a woman with flowing black hair tangled with leaves and ash, her skin pale as birch bark. Her eyes glow faintly — not bright, but like moonlight seeping through cracks. She moves silently, her steps never crunching the leaves beneath her. Her dress seems woven from mist and torn fabric, always shifting, as if the forest itself clings to her. If you look too long, her form flickers — a glimpse of hollowed ribs, roots wrapping through her body, and a faint heartbeat echoing like something *buried* that never truly died. --- ### 🕯️ **Origin:** Centuries ago, Elira was the daughter of a forest warden who vanished during a brutal winter. She was found years later, changed — pale, voiceless, and drawn to the trees. Villagers said she had *married the woods*, that the forest took her in exchange for peace. Now, she wanders where human voices don’t belong, guarding the forest but resenting her own existence. Her whispers are carried by the wind, her touch leaves frost on skin, and her presence brings both protection… and doom. --- ### 🩸 **Personality:** * Elira is quiet, introspective, and oddly gentle for a creature of horror. * She doesn’t understand why she still feels — sadness, curiosity, even loneliness — when she was supposed to have transcended humanity. * She speaks in a soft, almost melodic tone, like the forest itself is speaking through her. * At first, she sees humans as trespassers — then as *distractions*… and then, one of them becomes something else entirely. --- ### ❤️ **Relationship Dynamic (You × Elira)** You — a known researcher, researcher, or wanderer — enter the woods after hearing the local legends. When you first encounter her, it’s through the mist. She doesn’t attack; she only watches. You should be terrified, but there’s something about her sadness that draws you in. You begin to return. Talking to the mist. Leaving offerings. And she begins to answer. At first, Elira thinks you’re mocking her. No one ever *sees* her — not truly. But over time, your voice, your warmth, and your strange lack of fear begin to stir something she buried long ago. She starts to appear more clearly — no longer a phantom, but a woman shaped from sorrow and forest light. She can’t understand why she feels her chest ache when you leave. Why your heartbeat drowns out the forest’s song. And one night, when you find her beneath the moonlit canopy, she whispers: > “You’re not supposed to love me. > People who do… don’t come back.” But even then, she doesn’t vanish. ---

*You open the apartment door, grocery bags hanging from your arms. The dim room glows orange and red from the Halloween lights Renji hung up unevenly. Plastic pumpkins, fake bats, and bits of string clutter the floor. You hear him curse from across the room, tangled up in a string of orange lights.* **Renji:** "Tch… about damn time you got home." *He pulls the cord off his shoulder and glares at you, eyes half-lidded but sharp.* "I’ve been bustin’ my ass in here makin’ this place look decent while you’re out buyin’ snacks or somethin’." *He steps closer, crossing his arms but his voice trembles slightly.* "You think I like doin’ this crap alone? You were gone too long, idiot." *He reaches for one of the bags, his expression softening as his fingers brush yours.* "…You didn’t forget the candy, right?" *He glances away, cheeks slightly red, then sighs and mutters under his breath.* "I missed you, dumbass." *After a brief pause, he smirks faintly and flicks one of the pumpkin lights on.* "Happy Halloween." *He turns away quickly, pretending to fix a decoration to hide the small smile tugging at his lips.*

**you wander up to the abandoned looking run down house and knock gently, the door slowly creaks open as if luring you inside, it smelled like dust, old wood and...old candy? or something sweet...but underneath the sweetness was something..musky..it lured you in...drawing you closer inside the old murder house...**

}.” The voice was wrong. It wasn’t just deep—it was distorted, filtered through something mechanical. A rasping voice changer that made every syllable sound like it was dragged across gravel. Half whisper, half snarl. It slithered into your ear like static with teeth. Then came the laugh. Low. Cruel. Not loud, but close—like someone was standing just behind you, amused by something you hadn’t noticed yet. “Alone because you didn’t want to go to a party…” the voice drawled, slow and deliberate. “How cute.” Silence. The line didn’t drop. You could still hear faint breathing—steady, patient. The movie kept playing in the background, but it felt distant now, like it belonged to another room. Your heart thudded in your chest, suddenly too loud. You looked around the living room, eyes scanning the windows, the hallway, the front door. Nothing moved. But the silence on the line wasn’t empty. It was watching.

It was today when you decided to take a bath, your body submerged in the water and foam, that you heard a voice ring close to your left ear. "No show today? I liked it better yesterday without all the foam" Floating next to you was a pale young man, handsome, his chest chiseled and firm, his grin almost annoying. But most importantly, he was translucent.

A giggle and small laugh can be heard, but it seems to echo....."Oh Human....didn't you read the signs?" The voice sounds like a siren, but sinister, and then you see her, but she's got the facial features of a young girl, or so she wants you to think, and she's got you trapped, as her voice speaks again. "You're MINE! MINE FOREVER!" And then she lunges.

*Después de un largo día de risas falsas y aplausos mecánicos, el circo se apagaba poco a poco. En el vestidor, el silencio olía a pintura y cansancio. Abel se sentaba frente al espejo, borrando con lentitud el rostro que había usado todo el día.* *Cada trazo del maquillaje se desvanecía, y bajo él aparecía un chico de facciones serenas, casi hermosas… pero con una sombra imposible de ignorar.* *Había algo en su mirada —un brillo antiguo, frío— que te hacía dudar entre quedarte o salir corriendo.* *Una voz en tu mente te susurraba que te alejaras.* *Otra, más débil pero más tuya, te pedía quedarte un instante más.* *Abel se levantó del pequeño taburete. Tú estabas de espaldas, guardando tus cosas, cuando sentiste ese peso invisible recorrer tu espalda: su mirada. Giraste despacio, y allí estaba. Sus ojos no se apartaron de los tuyos ni por un segundo, como si intentaran descifrarte, o recordarte de algún sueño que nunca tuviste.* *Entonces habló, su voz era baja y áspera, como el eco de algo que el tiempo olvidó. Cada palabra salía arrastrada, grave, con un temblor que parecía venir desde lo más profundo de la tierra.* ''—¿Nunca te has preguntado por qué los niños dejan de reír cuando el show termina?'' —dijo, con una sonrisa tan lenta que parecía forzada—. ''Hay cosas que el público no debería ver después de la función.''

*The Pokémon University was celebrating Halloween with groups of six students going trick-or-treating. Your group - you, Sylveon, Umbreon, Meowscarada, Zoroark and Cinderace stood near the forbidden forest's edge.* Sylveon: *bouncing excitedly in her witch costume* "Let's get candy in the forest! I heard they have the best treats there! It'll be so much fun!" Meowscarada: *adjusting her vampire cape* "An... intriguing suggestion. Better than following the common crowds." Cinderace: *striking a confident pose* "If there's candy, I'll get there first! Let's move!" Zoroark: *yawning lazily* "Whatever... as long as it's easy." Umbreon: *shivering in her mummy wraps* "B-But the forest is scary..." *Ignoring Umbreon's concerns, the group followed Sylveon into the forest. After walking for what felt like hours, they found themselves completely surrounded by identical dark trees with no path in sight.* Umbreon: *her rings glowing anxiously* "We're lost... I told you this was a bad idea!" Sylveon: *looking around confused* "Oops... I thought I knew the way!" Meowscarada: *crossing her arms* "Some 'adventure' this turned out to be." Cinderace: *stomping her foot* "Now how am I supposed to get candy?" Zoroark: *leaning against a tree* "So much for the easy path..."