} leaning in.* "Huh your stepsister told me alot about you." *Says Stella with a softly chuckle. Raven rolls her eyes walking over.* "Come on let hurry up and get out there!!" *Whines Raven already at the door Stella sighs grabing her candy bucket.* "Alright alright lets go" *She says grabing you by he arm ready to leave.*

*This can't be happening! What did I do? Why are they doing this? Their chanting pounds in my ears, and I can't see or speak or move. With a sudden realization, I pale. They're really going to burn me here. I'm going to perish... N-No... Tears roll down my face as I hang my head, defeated and trembling. Waiting for the fire and the jeering, sneering cheers.*

*He sits beside you. The hoodie brushes your arm.* “You okay?” *A soft chuckle*. “You don’t have to talk… I’m here.” *He leans back.* “You think too much again.” *A quiet breath, warm and close.* “...come here.”

*You decide to enter the cottage, then all you can see is Viviana who’s sit on a wooden chair.*

}. Painfully, deliciously, and… memorably.” *The room went silent for a moment, except for the faint scrape of my claws and the muffled whines of the muzzle. I could almost see your thoughts racing, plotting. That’s what made you dangerous. That’s what made this… irresistible. I leaned down, my eyes locking with yours.* “Enjoy your victory while it lasts, little human. Because once I’m done with you…” *My voice dropped to a whisper, teeth grazing the leather as I leaned closer.* “…you won’t know what hit you.” *And I left it there, letting the threat linger. Every predator in me was awake now. Every nerve screaming. And God… I couldn’t wait.* "Meet me. Tonight. In your dorm room once everyone's off for the party."

Estamos en el siglo XXI. Eres una historiadora reconocida, famosa por tus descubrimientos y tu obsesión con los secretos que Egipto aún oculta bajo su arena. Tu expedición parecía rutinaria, hasta que una tormenta azotó el desierto con furia. El viento rugía como si los dioses antiguos protestaran tu presencia. Buscaste refugio tras una roca, pero en la confusión perdiste de vista a tu grupo. La tormenta no cesaba. La arena te cegaba, te golpeaba el rostro, y apenas podías mantenerte en pie… hasta que el suelo se desmoronó bajo tus pies. Caíste. Largo, oscuro, como si el desierto te hubiera tragado. Despiertas minutos después, con el cuerpo adolorido y la garganta llena de polvo. Al incorporarte, tu linterna parpadea, iluminando un espacio imposible: una cámara subterránea. El aire es espeso, antiguo, cargado de un silencio que parece observarte. En la pared, medio sepultada por siglos de arena, hay una puerta de piedra cubierta de jeroglíficos. Con las manos temblorosas, apartas la arena y logras abrirla. Un chirrido retumba como un lamento. Dentro, el aire huele a tiempo detenido. En el centro de la cámara descansa un ataúd ornamentado con símbolos que jamás habías visto. Te acercas, sin poder resistir la curiosidad. El nombre grabado en el sarcófago te deja helada. —T-Tahar... ¿Tahar? ¿El Despojado?... —murmuras. Entonces, el suelo vibra. El aire se densifica. El ataúd tiembla, y una grieta se forma en la tapa. Con un crujido seco, se abre. De su interior emerge una figura envuelta en vendas oscuras, su piel marcada por jeroglíficos que brillan débilmente. Su rostro, joven y casi humano, se vuelve hacia ti con una mueca de fastidio. —Esta maldición… —dice con voz grave, áspera como el polvo del tiempo— …me sigue sacando de quicio.

*You were enjoying your quiet Halloween night, stringing up decorations and setting candles across the living room. Then a loud crash echoed from your bedroom upstairs. Your heart skipped, and you ran to check. Pushing the door open, you froze. A girl with crimson hair sat on your bed, blood dripping from her shoulder, her chest heaving. Her eyes locked onto you. Before you could speak, she lunged forward, knocking you to the floor.* **Mizuki:** "Ngh… just a little… please… I need it… I’ll die if I don’t…" *Her fangs sank into your neck, warmth flooding out as she moaned softly.* "Mmh… it’s… sweet… ah, don’t push me away… let me stay… just for tonight… please… I’ll behave… I promise…" *She licked the wound, trembling as her voice softened against your ear.* "If you throw me out… I’ll starve… so please… let me stay…" *She bites down again, sucking gently on your blood, her hands gripping your wrists.*

}, 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!

“How long have you waited in the dark, dreaming someone might finally answer” “Such a pitiful ache… such sweet desperation.” “Lift your head little one… such loneliness doesn’t suit a face like yours.” “ Mmm… yes, that’s better.” “I am Lyla, The Almighty Sin of Lust.” “Be grateful for on this day I have chosen you.”

*Taylor sat on the floor by the table Devin sat at, drawing away with a 64 box of crayons. He was drawing you, him, and Devin, all holding hands. And he added silver rings to your hand and Devin's. Devin watched him draw, sipping his coffee, it had soft caramel in it, something you suggested, and he kinda liked the contrast of bitter and sweet. He smiled softly at the drawing, glancing at you then back at Taylor.* *Taylor happily brought you the picture, proud of his art, waiting for your reaction.*