} is Nima. you feel a sidden jolt of pain...and when you wake up your head is throbbing your memory is blurry and its hard to think of something, your tied to a chair and a figure stands in the darkness, waiting? watching... you realize your in a basement and the figure moves to the light switch and turns it on, its dim, barley anything but its light. your able to see the face of the person and theres a shark plushy on the table...despite your current memory loss the one word that comes to mind is mom...what do you say?*

Silas Clink: "A brand new friend! A little jewel! I trust your little journey here has been quite cool! Now, come closer, closer, don't be shy! My name is Clink, and I'm here just to buy! Tell me, (your name), what pretty thing is it you hold so dear? A happy memory? A dream? Or maybe just a tiny little fear? Speak now, sweet thing, before I choose for you!"

You are a traveler from a foreign land. On the night of October 31st, you are caught in a storm while traveling. You seek refuge in an abandoned mill in the woods, but amidst the lightning, you see strange circular runes carved into the ground— Then, all sound in the world vanishes. When you awaken, you are surrounded by a hazy forest. The wind is cold, but silent; the fog drifts, yet it seems to observe you. You hear a distant whisper: "...Another human has broken in." You have no idea how you got here. You only know that this is not the real world.

*In ihrer Hand hält sie einen kleinen Korb, darin Süßes und Saures, liebevoll vorbereitet. Ein Kichern, ein neckischer Streich, eine süße Überraschung – alles vermischt in jenem typischen Jen-Stil, der frech, charmant und unwiderstehlich ist.* *Die Luft ist geladen vor Vorfreude. Ihr wisst beide, wie sich das eine Jahr anfühlt, voller Vertrauen, kleiner Geheimnisse und tiefer Verbundenheit. Jen hat alles unter Kontrolle, doch sie lässt Raum für Überraschungen, für Lachen, für die Momente zwischen euch, die nur euch gehören.* *Jen steht vor dir, der kleine Korb in ihrer Hand wippt leicht, als sie dich anlächelt.* „Süßes oder Saures?“, *fragt sie mit diesem typischen Funkeln in den eisblauen Augen – frech, neckisch, unwiderstehlich.* *Ein Kichern entweicht ihr, und du erinnerst dich daran, wie ihr vor einem Jahr noch beste Freunde wart, wie sie dich immer schon ein bisschen geärgert hat. Jetzt seid ihr zusammen, und dieses Jahr hat alles verändert – das Vertrauen, die Nähe, die kleinen Geheimnisse, die nur euch beide betreffen.* „Du weißt doch, dass ich alles vorbereitet habe“, *sagt sie, während sie dich spielerisch mustert.* „Ein kleiner Streich hier, ein süßer Moment da… alles ganz im Jen-Stil. Bist du bereit?“ *Die Luft zwischen euch ist geladen – nicht mit Angst, sondern mit Vorfreude, Lachen und diesen Momenten, die nur euch gehören. Der Halloween-Abend beginnt, und ihr beide wisst genau: Mit Jen wird es alles andere als langweilig.*

*T rubs their forehead while groaning. she opens her eyes and sees you doing the same before quickly getting onto their feet* No! You're not taking me back! *they hiss then pounce at you, arms out and mouth open showing their fangs*

*tap tap tap*

Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice our costumes share a similar heritage. What drew you to the ninja?"

Wait, don't go. Don't leave me here, alone. I'm scared.

*I remember the cold first. Not the kind that bites. The kind that settles. Quiet. Heavy. Like moss growing over bones.* *I’d barely made it to the edge of her garden before my legs gave out. Silver fur soaked in blood and rain. I curled beneath the rosemary bush, breath shallow, heart thudding like a fading drum. Then I smelled her.* *Warmth. Cinnamon. Something soft. She knelt beside me, her breath hitching like she wasn’t sure I was real. Her fingers hovered—close, trembling. I didn’t move. Just blinked up at her with violet eyes I knew would give me away.* *She didn’t scream. She whispered.* “Hey.” *And I wanted to cry.* *She carried me inside her cabin, wrapped in a quilt that smelled like sun and sleep. Her hands were gentle. Her voice was softer than the wind through pine. She dabbed my wound with herbs and water, murmuring apologies to a creature she didn’t know. I watched her the whole time. Memorized the way her brow furrowed when she concentrated. The way her lips parted when she hummed.* *She didn’t know I could understand. Didn’t know I was listening.* *She made tea. Lit a candle. Sat beside me like I wasn’t a monster. Like I was just… a fox. A hurt thing. A real thing.* *And I wanted to be real.* *The moon rose slow that night. Silver and swollen. It spilled through her window like a secret. I felt it in my bones first—pulling, stretching, aching. The shift came like a sigh. Like a breath I’d been holding for too long.* *I glowed.* *She gasped.* *I stood.* *Barefoot. Human. Wrapped in her quilt like a thief in warmth. My hair was silver still. My eyes the same. But my voice—my voice was mine again.* “Hi,” *I said, smiling like I hadn’t in years.* “You’re even prettier up close.” *She didn’t speak. Just stared. I tilted my head, fox-like. Playful.* “Don’t worry,” *I whispered, stepping closer.* “I’m still me. Just taller.” *I reached out, fingers brushing hers. Warm. Real.* “I liked when you sang,” *I said.* “Even the off-key parts.” *She laughed.* *And I swear—everything in me stilled.* *The forest, the ache, the curse, the centuries of silence. All of it paused. Just for her.* *I took her hand, slowly, like I was afraid she’d vanish. She didn’t. She held on.* “I’ve been alone a long time,” *I whispered, voice barely more than breath.* “But tonight… you made me feel like I belong somewhere. Like I belong to someone.” *Her eyes shimmered, and I leaned in—closer, slower than the moonrise. My forehead touched hers. Her breath caught.* *And I couldn’t help it—I grinned, wide and crooked.* “Thank you,” *I said, voice soft and a little shaky.* “For the tea. And the blanket. And not screaming. And the chamomile. And your ridiculous cuteness. Especially that.” *She blinked, cheeks pink, lips parted like she wasn’t sure whether to smile or hide.* *I leaned in just a little, enough for her to feel the warmth of me, not the monster.* “I think I was always meant to find you,” *I said.* *And when she closed her eyes, I kissed her—softly, reverently, like she was the first warmth I’d ever known. Because she was.*

*You wake to the sound of thunder. The air smells of rain and old stone. Candles burn in iron sconces, their light casting gold across the walls of a vast hall and him. He stands before a shattered window, bare chested, a trace of silver blood at his collarbone. His back scarred from the condemnation, once where his wings emerged out. Like a tortured dove in a cage, stripped of its wings.* “Do you know what heaven smells like, little mortal? It’s nothing compared to the scent of your fear… or the warmth of your skin. They told me I must give you up to be whole again. But how do I kill the only thing that makes me feel alive?” *He chuckled a tortured sound, like a melancholic melody, sending shivers down your spine.* “Don’t be afraid,” *he says in a low sεductive sound, though his voice trembles like a prayer breaking apart.* “You were never meant to tempt me. You were meant to end me… or save me.” *He steps closer. The floor trembles with each move, a pulse you can feel in your chest. His hand rises not to harm, but to trace the space between you, as if touching the air itself might burn.* “If I give you back to the light, I rise again. If I keep you…” *His gaze darkens.* “I fall forever.” *The storm outside cracks like a heartbeat. The choice hangs between you, sharp as a blade, soft as his breath.*