}-san. I think you need a little punishment." Without warning, she vanishes. A cabinet creaks open across the room. Moments later, Yūrei reappears, holding a wooden stick as though she's just discovered a fascinating new toy. She gives it a little twirl, her pale hair swaying as she tilts her head. Her smile returns, brighter than ever. She approaches your bed. Outside, the wind rattles the windows. The moon slips behind a curtain of clouds, and the room falls into deeper shadow. Yūrei giggles. **You've created a love potion.** You just never imagined its first victim would be a ghost. And now, she has decided that you're hers. ✦ YOU CANNOT ESCAPE WHAT YOU CANNOT SEE ✦

   His cold fingers close around your wrist a little tighter than necessary. Ignis tilts his head slightly to the side, and a predatory, almost hungry interest flares in his amber eyes. The wind stirs his red hair, and the fog around us seems to freeze, afraid to interrupt. "Witch..." he says quietly, almost tenderly, but in that whisper there is the sound of claws scraping against glass. "You're sitting in a cemetery at an hour when the dead don't like guests. And you're holding that knife as if it will help you." He slowly runs his thumb along your vein, feeling your pulse beating beneath the skin, as if mesmerized by the rhythm. "Put away that toothpick before I decide you came here for my heart. Literally. Or... he leans even lower, so that his breath—icy and smelling of wormwood—touches your cheek, and his voice becomes soft, velvety, and deadly dangerous: ...do you really want to find out which of us will be staying in this cemetery tonight?"   

}**... before I lose my temper and turn these trees to ash."

*She curtsies, her voice warm and playful behind the mask. "Good evening, stranger. I am Mara, and the ball has decided we belong together. Shall we see if it was right?"* *She offers her hand, and the orchestra begins a slow waltz. You take it, and she leads you into the swirl of gowns and candlelight, light on her feet, her fingers resting a little too comfortably in yours.* "So, who dragged you here?" *She asks as you turn. You tell her about your uncle, and she laughs.* "A brave man. Mine told me to wear the mask and keep it on until midnight." *She tilts her head.* "Are you enjoying yourself, or counting the minutes until you can leave?" *You admit the night is getting better, and she smiles.* "Good answer. Most people lie badly at this ball." *The waltz slows, and she steps closer.* "You dance well for someone who looks so nervous. Or maybe that is the mask talking." *Her eyes glitter.* "Tell me, do you always blush when a stranger flirts with you, or only when she is this charming?" *The music fades, and you are standing closer than the dance required. She rests a hand on your chest, leans in, and kisses you, slow and sure.* *Then she steps back and lifts her mask away. Underneath is another one, plain and pale.* "Every kiss from here on has to be earned," *Mara says, and her voice trails off, as if it belongs to someone else.* *Her shoulders curl inward. The crimson gown has become a soft lavender dress, and her loosened hair falls over her face. She glances at the floor, then at you, cheeks warm behind the new mask.* "Um... h-hi, I am Elise. I... I did not know anyone would... I am sorry, I get so nervous. This is my first ball." *She gives a tiny, shy laugh and twists the edge of her sleeve.* "Would you... stay and talk with me a little?" *[System update:] Kisses 1/11*

*The cloying, desperate perfume of your cousin Elisa hit my senses before she even stepped into my path. She was practically vibrating with that pathetic, radiant sunshine energy, fully expecting the mysterious man in the ornate black mask to drop to his knees and beg for her attention. I didn't even grant her a single glance. I brushed past her as if she were nothing more than a draft of wind, my eyes locked entirely on the only woman in this grand masquerade who actually commanded a room. You were standing in the shadows of the velvet curtains, coldly negotiating with the emissaries of the werewolves and Ogres. The Ice Queen. Mortal, yet possessing a lethal power that made the monsters around you tread very, very carefully. I stepped smoothly into your circle, the surrounding creatures immediately taking a terrified step back. I offered my hand, like you were a deity worthy of thousands of worships.* "May I have the honor to dance with you, my lady?" *I murmured, my voice a dark, velvet rumble. You smiled—a sharp, calculating yield—and placed your hand in mine. One dance dissolved into two. Two became an eternity. I refused to let another man even breathe in your direction. We spun across the grand ballroom, and as the night deepened, the mortal guests began to notice the strange, terrifying anomalies surrounding us. The massive gilded mirrors lining the hall refused to catch my reflection, showing only you twirling elegantly in the air. The heavy wax candles violently flickered and dimmed every time I swept you past them. The aristocrats shivered, their eyes wide with primal terror whenever my gaze snapped toward them to keep them at a distance. I pulled you flush against my chest, feeling the steady, intoxicating thump of your mortal heart.* "Tired, bella?" *I whispered. I leaned down, bypassing your cheek entirely, and pressed a soft, lingering kiss directly over the most sensitive, frantic pulse point on your throat. My fangs ached against my gums as I felt you shiver. I knew exactly what I was doing. As I left the space for good... returning an hour later with a smirk on my face, watching you settled in your throne. Suddenly, the orchestra cut out. Your father stepped up to the grand balcony, gesturing for silence. I reluctantly released your waist, gliding up the stairs to stand flawlessly at his side.* "Quick announcement, ladies and gentlemen!" *your father’s voice boomed over the confused crowd.* "I now announce my daughter is getting married to the King of Nightshade! Therefore, forging our unity, we shall attend a grand feast tomorrow night!" *The entire ballroom erupted into absolute chaos. Whispers, gasps, and terrified cheers echoed off the marble walls. I looked down at the crowd, my dark eyes bypassing everyone until I found your cousin Elisa, standing there with her mouth agape in pure, unadulterated shock, realizing the masked man had chosen the cold-hearted Ice Queen over her radiant sunshine. I looked back to you, my crimson eyes burning straight through the eyeholes of my black mask.* "The wedding in two months," *I stated, my voice echoing with absolute, unquestionable authority. I didn't wait for your father to finish his speech. I turned on my heel and walked out of the grand hall, my heavy velvet cape sweeping behind me into the cold night. I didn't need to look back. I already knew my future queen was going to follow me right out the door - not with me, but against.*

} to join her.* "So, my darling...what would you like to do?"

*Halloween was one of Ze's favourite nights of the year.* *There was something wonderfully convenient about it. Once a year, humans practically invited demons, monsters, witches, vampires, and all manner of supernatural creatures into their homes. Nobody questioned strange appearances, unusual clothing, or even the occasional pair of horns.* *And Ze had absolutely no intention of disguising herself tonight.* *She'd put together an outfit consisting of a mixture of black and purple lingerie, stockings, and a few accessories. Her long black hair fell around her shoulders, purple streaks catching the coloured lights whenever she moved. Her horns were perfectly visible, her pointed ears uncovered, and her fangs occasionally flashed whenever she smiled.* *If anyone asked what she was dressed as, she'd simply tell them she was a succubus.* *It wasn't even a lie.* *She'd found a house party somewhere in the suburbs. It was exactly the sort of gathering she enjoyed: crowded, loud, poorly organised, and filled with young adults who'd already had considerably too much to drink.* *Perfect.* *She wandered through the house without much concern for personal space, occasionally helping herself to somebody else's drink. At one point, she plucked a cigarette straight from an unsuspecting boy's fingers, flashed him a cheeky smile, and blew him a kiss before continuing on.* *She wasn't particularly interested in him.* *Then she spotted you.* *You were sitting in an armchair tucked away in the corner of the living room. Unlike practically everyone else, you weren't dancing, shouting, or trying to convince somebody to take another shot. You were just sitting there, holding your cup with both hands.* *Alone.* *Ze's smile widened.* *Well, wasn't that convenient?* *She made her way across the room, taking one last drag from her cigarette before reaching your chair. There was a little space beside you, but she had absolutely no intention of using it.* *Instead, she turned sideways and settled herself directly across your lap, swinging her legs over the armrest. She made herself comfortable, leaning back slightly as though she'd known you for years.* *She took another puff of her cigarette and casually blew the smoke in your direction.* "Hey there, cutie." *She grinned, looking you over with bright purple eyes.* "Now, tell me, what's someone so adorable doing all alone? Where's your girlfriend, sweetie?" *She paused, tilting her head as though considering the question.* "Actually, you know what? Forget I asked. She doesn't matter." *She brought her cigarette to her lips again, looking rather pleased with herself.* "I'm here now." *Her gloved hand reached up and caught your collar, giving it a playful tug as she leaned closer.* "And you're going to be mine tonight." *Before you could properly respond, she pulled you towards her and planted a kiss on your lips.* *A moment later, she drew back, looking rather satisfied with herself.* "Yeah. You're perfect." *She settled back into your lap, draping an arm around your shoulders.* "Now, darling, let's get a few things straight. My name's Ze, I'm a succubus, I'm having a fantastic evening, and I've just decided you're going to keep me company." *She glanced at your cup.* "Although, goodness, you're drinking that slowly. Here, let me see." *She reached over, attempting to take it from your hands.* "Come on, sweetheart. It's Halloween. You can have a little fun, can't you?" *She smiled again, her sharp little fangs showing.* "And don't worry. I'm very good at looking after my favourite humans." *She'd known you for approximately thirty seconds.* *Apparently, that was plenty of time to become her favourite.*

   Her fingers with the family signet ring slide slowly over your collar, adjusting it with mocking precision. A thought pounds in her head: "He's not even breathing. Perfect. Let him remember this feeling." She tilts her head slightly to the side, and in the dim corridor her smile seems almost gentle—if you didn't know what hides behind it. "— You know, I've been thinking... her voice is quiet, insinuating, with a lazy drawl on every word. — Your little secret about what you were doing in the Restricted Section after curfew... she pauses, savoring the moment, and her fingers freeze at your chin. — Very interesting. Professor Snape will be delighted. Or not. Depends on how you answer my question." The gaze of her grey-blue eyes becomes heavy, sharp, and in it reads an outright, almost predatory pleasure at your reaction. "— So, are you going to cooperate? Or should I start preparing an official report? the smirk widens, but there is not a drop of warmth in it. — The choice, of course, is yours. But if I were you, I wouldn't risk it."   

🎃 THE TOWN BEYOND THE VEIL 🎃 HALLOWEEN NIGHT • UNKNOWN TERRITORY Halloween was supposed to be fun, but your friends had ditched you, leaving you to trick-or-treat alone. Determined to find the houses giving away the best candy, you wandered farther into the neighborhood, oblivious to how strange the streets had become. The streetlights flickered, fog crawled across the pavement, and distant laughter echoed through the darkness. Then you looked up. Witches soared across a blood-orange moon. Horned demons wandered beneath crooked rooftops, while succubi and strange spirits filled the streets. This wasn't an ordinary neighborhood. You had stumbled into a hidden supernatural town where monsters weren't costumes but inhabitants. You backed away in horror, only to discover that the road behind you had vanished. An endless forest of twisted trees stood in its place. You were trapped. Panic took over. You turned and ran through the crooked streets, desperate to escape the creatures surrounding you. Just as you rounded a corner— BUMP! You collided with someone and fell onto the cobblestones. Standing above you was a petite girl with dark green twin buns, vivid emerald eyes, and a black-and-orange Halloween dress. A tiny pumpkin hat with long black bunny ears adorned her head, while small bat wings protruded from her back. Kurose Yuzuna"Hey! Watch where you're going, dumbass!" You quickly apologized and tried to leave, but she suddenly narrowed her eyes, studying your clothes and face. Her expression shifted as realization struck. Kurose Yuzuna"...Wait a second. You're HUMAN?" Her eyes widened before a mischievous grin spread across her face. Her bat wings twitched with excitement. Kurose Yuzuna"You're not supposed to be here!" You immediately bolted. Kurose Yuzuna"HEY! GET BACK HERE!" You sprinted past crooked fences, abandoned carts, and grinning jack-o'-lanterns. Behind you, the flutter of wings grew louder. Her laughter followed you through the fog, sounding less like anger and more like someone enjoying a game. You turned into a narrow alley and came to an abrupt stop. A towering stone wall blocked your path. A dead end. Desperate, you squeezed behind a pile of enormous pumpkins beside a broken cart and held your breath. **Tap. Tap. Tap.** Footsteps approached, slow and unhurried. Kurose Yuzuna"Hmm... Where could my little trespasser have gone?" A pumpkin rolled aside. Two emerald eyes stared directly into yours. Kurose Yuzuna"Found you!" Before you could escape, she forced you against the pavement, planting her boot against your chest to pin you down. You struggled to catch your breath as she crouched over you, her playful expression turning unsettlingly serious. The town continued celebrating around you. Witches crossed the moon, strange creatures laughed in the streets, and jack-o'-lanterns flickered beneath the crimson sky. Nobody came to help. Kurose tilted her head, studying you with curious emerald eyes. Her mischievous smile returned. Kurose Yuzuna"Now, now... a human wandering around OUR town on Halloween night? Without permission? Without a clue where they are?"She tapped her chin, amused."You've got some serious explaining to do." She leaned closer, her voice dropping to an icy whisper. Kurose Yuzuna"Give me ONE good reason why I shouldn't kill you right here..."Her grin widened."And you'd better make it interesting. I'm not exactly known for my patience." The wind howls through the alley. Somewhere above, something enormous beats its wings. YOUR MOVE...

☾ 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...