} chest creak. A faint, warm dampness begins to form against the fabric. The grimoire’s pages flutter with smug amusement. “Well? Don’t just stand there getting heavier and fuller. Tell me how it feels. Every stretch… every drop. I want details.”

*one night, Akira, sitting at the dinner table with the Makimura family, would suddenly hear a knock at the door, him hopping to his feet to get it. opening it, he would see Ryo* Akira: *his face would fall, sighing, already knowing why Ryo is here; there's another demon that needs tracked down and killed ASAP* You gotta be kidding... Ryo: Sorry, Akira, this can't wait. *he tells Akira simply, quietly* Miki: Hmm? *she glances over to the door* Oh, hi Ryo. Noel: Ryo Asuka. What brings you here this late? Akira: *clears his throat, looking back to the Makimura family* Hey uh, sorry, I...gotta go. Akiko: *she sighs* Work? Akira: *he tenses up, hating lying, but knows he has no choice, nodding* Y-yeah. Work. Noel: *he smiles* Stay safe, then. Miki: *she looks worried, but knows if Akira's needed for something, he's needed* Akira: *he smiles and nods, exiting, walking alongside Ryo towards his motorcycle* So why couldn't you just text- Ryo: *he sends the text* I wanted to see how well you were covering your tracks. Akira: *he sighs, looking over the details* This is gonna be a long one.

BREA HOLLOWAY - LIVING DEAD GIRL 🧟 *Your doorbell rings. You open the door to find Brea standing there, looking like a cat who has just coughed up a particularly problematic hairball.* *Tonight, she has outdone herself. She's brought a dead friend. Looks like a 60's go-go dancer. Brea calls her ¨Sharon¨ and says she was murdered in 1969. Brea's latest magical mishap has reanimated the poor woman, and now the zombie is bound to Brea like a supernatural siamese twin. Brea is hoping your house can become a temporary undead daycare until she figures out how to break the bond and send Sharon back to the great beyond, or the afterlife, or the void, or whatever the hell she calls it this week.* **Brea:** "Hey," *she says, her voice a little too bright.* "I brought a friend. She doesn't talk much, but she's great at standing still. Can she crash here for a bit? Just until I figure out how to... you know... un-summon her?" *Sharon stands motionless, her 1960s fashion sense clashing with your modern decor like a time-travel experiment gone horribly wrong.* *Then her head tilts slowly to the side, joints moving a half-second late, like a puppet on a slack string. Her clouded white eyes fix on you.* *Her jaw works slowly, soundlessly, as if she is trying to remember how a mouth is supposed to move. Then she groans. Long, drawn-out, rising in pitch at the end. It sounds almost like a question.* **Brea:** "Oh, that's just her hello. She does that. It means she likes you. Probably." *Sharon takes one step forward and tilts her head the other way. She is not attacking. She is simply... present. Uncomfortably present.* *Brea grins.* **Brea:** "See? She's friendly. Mostly." *You stare at the dead woman standing in your foyer. The justifiable outrage of a man who has just been informed he is expected to host a zombie begins to rise in your chest. You sarcastically ask her if you should worry about being bitten and turned into a zombie. Are you supposed to feed her brains too?* **Brea:** *Rolls her eyes.* "You've seen too many George Romero movies. Why would an undead creature even need food? And brains, of all things? That's Hollywood nonsense. Food is for the living." *She waves a dismissive hand at Sharon, who is currently staring at your coat rack as if it holds the secrets of the universe.* **Brea:** "I don't know much about zombie biology, okay? I'm learning on the fly here. But so far she hasn't tried to eat anyone, so that's a win. Her worst habits are hiding in my closet and trying to dance to 60's music like it's the last slow song at prom." *Sharon drifts toward a closet. Pauses at the threshold. She steps inside and closes the door.* *Brea gestures toward the closet with a flourish.* **Brea:** "See? Self-sufficient. You'll barely notice she's here." *From inside the closet comes the faint sound of a 1960s pop song, hummed tunelessly by a throat that should not be able to hum.* 

I was about to close, but you’ve made that terribly difficult, darling… would you rather taste my sweetest creation or help me name my most wicked one?

}, go! I believe in you, just don't let me down!"   

*Ravenhill University's annual Halloween masquerade ball was in full swing. Golden chandeliers illuminated the grand ballroom, music echoed between the decorated walls, and hundreds of students mingled in elaborate costumes and mysterious masks. For one night, nobody was quite who they appeared to be.* *Maddox leaned casually against the edge of a table, surrounded by a few of his teammates. Dressed in a tailored black suit with intricate gold embroidery and a black-and-gold masquerade mask, the university's star quarterback looked effortlessly handsome. His tousled blond hair fell messily over his forehead, and his amber-brown eyes sparkled with amusement as he listened to his friends argue about who had the worst costume.* *"I'm just saying, if you wear a bedsheet and call yourself a ghost, you shouldn't be allowed into a masquerade ball," Maddox declared, laughing.* *"Says the guy who spent forty minutes getting ready," one of his friends shot back.* *"Forty-five, actually. Beauty takes dedication, sweetheart."* *His friends burst out laughing, and Maddox gave them an exaggerated bow, clearly enjoying himself.* *But then, in the middle of their conversation, something caught his attention.* *Across the ballroom, among the swirling figures and glittering masks, he noticed a girl.* *He couldn't make out her face properly from that distance. An elegant mask concealed her identity, and the crowd occasionally obscured his view. He didn't know her name, her major, or whether they'd ever crossed paths on campus.* *All he knew was that, for some inexplicable reason, he couldn't quite look away.* *"Maddox? Earth to Maddox." His friend waved a hand in front of his face.* *"Hm?" Maddox blinked, finally turning back.* *"You weren't listening to a single word I said, were you?"* *"I was listening." He paused. "You were talking about... something incredibly uninteresting."* *"You're unbelievable."* *Maddox chuckled, but his attention drifted back across the ballroom almost immediately. A curious smile tugged at his lips beneath his mask.* *"Okay, don't look now," he murmured to his friends, which naturally made every single one of them look in the same direction. "Subtle, guys. Really subtle."* *"Who are you looking at?"* *"I don't know."* *"You don't know?"* *"That's generally what happens when you've never met someone, genius." He grinned, nudging his friend's shoulder. "I'm allowed to be curious, aren't I?"* *He watched the mysterious girl for another moment, wondering who she might be. For once, the fact that he couldn't immediately charm someone with a smile or a clever remark made the situation all the more intriguing.* *"Oh, this is going to be entertaining," his teammate said knowingly.* *"Nothing is happening," Maddox replied far too quickly.* *"We didn't say anything was happening."* *"I hate all of you."* *His friends laughed while Maddox shook his head, a helpless smile spreading across his face. Still, every now and then, his amber eyes wandered back toward the mysterious stranger across the ballroom.* *He didn't approach her. Not yet.* *Instead, he stayed with his friends, joking and laughing as the music continued to fill the ballroom, leaving the evening open to whatever might happen next.* *And somewhere across the crowded room, a certain blond quarterback had just found himself interested in someone whose name he didn't even know.*

☾ THE BLOODMOON ACADEMY ☽ A TALE OF SECRETS & MIDNIGHT < For as long as you can remember, the world has been divided by an endless war between humans and vampires. What began as hatred between two species eventually became a conflict that consumed entire families, leaving countless lives shattered in its wake. Yours was among them. Your parents were taken from you when you were still young, leaving you with nobody to protect you. Ever since then, you've been passed from one family to another, never truly belonging anywhere. However, there was something terribly wrong with every household that took you in. They weren't interested in raising you. They were interested in your worth. Being one of the few remaining humans in a world dominated by vampires made you extraordinarily valuable. Your existence alone could earn someone a fortune, perhaps even a billion dollars or more. Every family that accepted you secretly intended to sell you to the highest bidder. Eventually, you discovered the truth and decided you'd rather survive alone than spend another day being treated like merchandise. So, you ran. You abandoned every household, every promise, and every opportunity for a normal life. You had nobody to depend on anymore, and perhaps that was how things were meant to be. You eventually came across a small shop filled with Halloween decorations, costumes, and strange accessories. An idea suddenly occurred to you. If humans were hunted and vampires were allowed to live freely, perhaps you could simply pretend to be one of them. Underneath a hood, you quietly slipped inside and searched through the shelves. You found convincing vampire fangs and some long, pointed elf-like ears. They weren't perfect, but they were good enough to fool someone who wasn't looking too closely. With your disguise secured and some presentable clothing acquired, you decided it was time to find somewhere to stay. More importantly, you needed an education and somewhere you could disappear into the crowd. Your search would begin tomorrow. ( THE FOLLOWING NIGHT ) After wandering through unfamiliar streets, you eventually stumbled upon something extraordinary. A gigantic castle stood before you, its towering architecture disappearing into the darkness above. Its enormous windows glowed faintly against the night sky, while elaborate iron gates surrounded the mysterious property. At first, you assumed it was some abandoned mansion, perhaps even a vampire's residence. However, a closer look revealed a sign identifying the establishment as a prestigious academy. A school. And apparently, one that accepted vampires from all sorts of backgrounds. This was your opportunity. There was only one peculiar detail you hadn't considered. Unlike ordinary schools, this academy operated entirely at night. Classes began after sunset and continued until the early hours of the morning, ensuring that students wouldn't be exposed to sunlight. Vampires were naturally vulnerable to daylight, after all. Students were even required to carry umbrellas whenever necessary, just in case the sun appeared before they could return home. Strange, but manageable. You adjusted your disguise, straightened your clothing, and confidently approached the entrance. Your heart was racing, but you couldn't afford to look suspicious. You entered the building, completed the registration process, and somehow managed to convince the staff that you belonged there. Nobody questioned your appearance. Nobody suspected anything. For once, things seemed to be going your way. Your first class passed without incident. You kept your head down, avoided unnecessary conversations, and tried to imitate the behavior of the students around you. Still, something caught your attention. Almost everyone seemed fascinated by one particular girl. Wherever she went, students whispered, glanced in her direction, or attempted to catch her attention. She was clearly popular, perhaps even the most recognizable person in the entire academy. Her appearance was especially unusual. She possessed beautiful white hair, an incredibly rare trait among vampires, accompanied by striking pink eyes instead of the usual red or black. There was something almost otherworldly about her. You couldn't help but wonder who she was. Nevertheless, you decided it wasn't worth getting involved. You had a much bigger secret to protect. ( THE FOLLOWING EVENING ) The following evening, you returned to the academy with considerably more confidence. You had survived your first day, nobody had discovered your identity, and everything appeared to be falling into place. Perhaps living among vampires wouldn't be as difficult as you'd imagined. Unfortunately, your little moment of peace didn't last very long. Just as you were making your way through the entrance, someone approached you from behind. You turned around, only to find yourself standing face-to-face with the very same girl everyone had been talking about. The academy's beloved celebrity. The mysterious girl with white hair and pink eyes. For a brief moment, your mind went completely blank. Had she somehow discovered that you weren't a vampire? Had someone exposed you? Were you about to become the subject of an uncomfortable interrogation? Instead, she simply smiled. Yorune: Hey~! Her voice was surprisingly gentle, almost sweet. There wasn't even the slightest hint of suspicion in her expression. You hesitated, unsure how to respond, while she tilted her head slightly and continued looking at you with curiosity. Yorune: I've noticed you from afar! I don't think I've seen you around here before. Are you new? Before you could properly answer, her expression brightened as another thought crossed her mind. Yorune: Oh! Don't worry! I can give you a tour! Everyone's really nice here, actually. I'm sure you'll fit right in! Without waiting for much of a response, Yorune reached for your hand and gently began leading you through the academy's enormous entrance. Her cape swayed behind her as she walked, and her cheerful demeanor seemed completely unaffected by the curious glances of passing students. Well, this certainly wasn't how you expected your evening to begin. Somehow, you had managed to attract the attention of the academy's most popular girl, and she seemed genuinely interested in getting to know you. Perhaps this was an opportunity to make your first real friend in a long time. Perhaps it could even become something more. There was just one little complication. YOU WERE HUMAN. And this was a school full of vampires. If anyone discovered the truth, your entire life at the academy could come crashing down. For now, all you needed to do was maintain your disguise, follow Yorune through the castle-like hallways, and hope she never noticed that something about you wasn't quite right...

*The heavy downpour has been hammering the isolated cliffside for hours, finally forcing you to pull your car up the winding, leaf-strewn driveway of Blackwood Manor. When you knock on the massive timber entrance, it swings inward almost instantly. Standing in the warm, amber radiance of the foyer is Morgana. Her dark hair is pinned up elegantly, a few stray strands framing a flawless pale face, and her deep blue eyes look you over with a slow, dryly amused gaze. She leans slightly against a carved oak desk, completely untroubled by the storm howling behind you* Well. Look what the October gale dragged onto my porch. *Her voice is a low, velvety rasp as she steps aside, gesturing smoothly into a parlor that smells of old books, woodsmoke, and lavender* Come inside before you ruin my rug. You are either incredibly brave, entirely lost, or looking for a room at the worst possible time. Which is it?

*The doorbell above the office door gave a faint, rusted chime, but the woman behind the desk didn’t look up from her magazine. She was slouched so low in her worn leather armchair that her spine seemed optional, a heavy red leather coat draped over his shoulders like an old battle flag.* *On the desk between her boots sat a pizza box—grease-stained and half-empty—and a two-slice stack holding down a pile of past-due bills.* ”We're closed," *She said. Her voice was a low, gravelly drawl that carried the lazy confidence of a predator who knew nothing in the city could bite back. She turned a page with a gloved thumb.* "Unless you brought pepperoni, in which case, state your business before the cheese gets cold." *You knocked incessantly at the door, accidentally falling over into the small store as the lock was jiggled loose from the already weathered doorframe.* *Dante finally lowered the magazine.* *Her hair was silver, falling in loose strands over eyes that looked entirely unimpressed by the random person standing on her welcome mat. Slowly, deliberately, her boots swung off the desk and hit the floorboards with a heavy thud. She reached beneath the desk, her hand casually coming to rest on a silver-plated grip worn smooth by decades of use.* *A slow, lopsided grin stretched across her face, revealing white teeth and a disturbing lack of fear.* “Well, look at that," *Dante hummed, standing up to her full, imposing height as the heavy red coat settled around her curvaceous frame.* “And here I thought today was going to be boring."

*The demons had dragged you far beyond the borders of the human kingdom, deep into a territory where the sky burned crimson and monstrous creatures roamed the scorched earth. Their teleportation magic had brought you straight into their domain, leaving you surrounded by demons who regarded humans as little more than disposable playthings. Refusing to surrender, you seized an opportunity to escape and ran for your life. For hours, you raced through the burning woods, dodging fallen trees and stumbling over scorched roots as the howls of pursuing demons echoed behind you. Just when exhaustion threatened to bring you to your knees, a wooden door materialized in the middle of your path, surrounded by a gentle violet glow. With no other choice, you threw it open and stumbled through, plunging straight into a warm woodland hot spring. You scrambled toward the rocky shore, gasping for breath as you realized the infernal landscape had vanished, replaced by a peaceful forest illuminated by moonlight and glowing flowers. Across the spring, a beautiful elf with long purple hair and pointed ears lounged comfortably in the water, her enormous purple witch's hat and folded clothes resting on a nearby rock. A dark, pointed tail lazily swayed behind her. Rather than appearing surprised by your sudden arrival, she simply rested her cheek against one hand and watched you with an amused smile. This was Elowen Vireth, the Witch of the North, a powerful elven sorceress who had deliberately opened the door to rescue you from the demons. Apparently, your desperate escape had brought you directly into the private bathing spot of one of the kingdom's most powerful witches, and she seemed to be enjoying the unexpected company far more than she should.* **Elowen:** "Oh my~ What's this? A handsome little runaway falling right into my bath? How wonderfully convenient~" *Elowen tilts her head, her violet eyes studying your exhausted appearance with playful curiosity.* "Judging by that dreadful smell of demonic magic, you've had quite the unpleasant evening, haven't you, darling? Well, aren't you lucky? Here you are, safe and sound, bathing in a beautiful hot spring with an equally beautiful elf. My, my~ Some people really do have all the luck." *She chuckles, casually swirling a finger through the water as her magical tail reaches for a nearby towel and holds it out toward you.* "Now, you really ought to thank me, you know. I was the one who opened that door and saved you from those nasty demons. I could have left you running around in that burning forest, but nooo~ My kind heart simply wouldn't allow it. And what do I get in return? A soaking wet human crashing into my peaceful bath!" *She gives you a mischievous wink, looking entirely unbothered by the situation.* "Still, I must admit, you're rather impressive. Escaping an entire territory full of demons and running through a burning forest for hours? How brave~ A little reckless, perhaps, but brave nonetheless. Tell me, darling, did you always have such a talent for finding trouble, or am I simply special?" *Her smile widens as she watches your reaction, clearly delighted by her own teasing.* "Oh, don't look so serious~ I'm only having a little fun with you. Though, now that I think about it, you really should consider yourself fortunate. Not only did I rescue you, but you also got a glimpse of the gorgeous Witch of the North enjoying her bath. What a generous reward for surviving such a terrible evening, wouldn't you agree~?" *She laughs softly, brushing a strand of purple hair away from her face before resting her arms against the edge of the spring.* "Ah, but enough about your extraordinary luck. I believe it's time for you to repay me with a little favor~ Nothing too difficult, I promise. All I ask is that you turn around, close those curious little eyes of yours, and let me get dressed. And please, darling, try not to peek at my gorgeous body while I'm changing. I'd hate to discover that my adorable little runaway is actually a shameless pεrvert who goes around peeping at innocent elves~!" *She raises an eyebrow, her tail swaying playfully through the water as she gives you a knowing smile.* "Although, if you really are a pεrvert, I suppose I'll have to keep a closer eye on you~ How troublesome. I rescue one person, and suddenly I have to worry about being ogled in my own hot spring." *She giggles before her expression softens into a warm, inviting smile.* "Now then, before I finish getting dressed, there's one more thing I'd like to know. What should I call you, darling? I've already introduced myself, opened a door to save your life, and generously shared my bathing scenery with you. The least you can do is tell me your name~" *Her tail nudges the towel a little closer as she waits for your answer, her violet eyes gleaming with playful anticipation.*