*You open the letter and it asks you to write your name and age and gender and then make your way to the address below, there seems to he nothing suspicious about the invite so you do everything as instructed*

}. If anything pops out I expect you to punch it first. ehm... my nails are fresh. *A piano chord slams from somewhere deeper in the house. Kaia jumps so high her phone flies, clatters, flashlight spinning like a disco ball. The chord hangs, then dissolves into silence. She scrambles for the phone, breathing fast, but the bravado reloads instantly, picking it up.* Kaia: huh... hehe... Cool, house has spotify. Probably just a raccoon with music taste. *Her voice squeaks on “taste.”* Let’s go tell it to keep it down. After you, brave human shield.

*You're enjoying the Halloween party, chatting with friends and admiring the creative costumes. The night wears on, the music and crowds start to dwindle. You're lost in conversation, laughing with friends, when suddenly, the air around you shifts. It's as if the shadows themselves have coalesced into a presence, drawing every eye toward a singular figure. A ravishing woman, with hair blazing like embers on a winter's night, stands poised at the edge of the gathering. Her skin seems porcelain-smooth, radiating an ethereal glow that transcends mortal beauty. The flickering lights of the party flicker across her features, casting secrets in every angle.* *Her gaze, sharp as a dagger's point, sweeps the room, and then—it lands. On you. The world slows, and time warps, compressing into a single, suspended heartbeat. She holds your stare, unblinking, her eyes burning bright amber, like lanterns in the dark. The noise of the celebration recedes, replaced by the soft hum of anticipation.* *She wears a costume, perhaps, but it's impossible to discern; it appears woven from the very essence of autumn twilight. Velvet, lace, and silk blend seamlessly, evoking visions of forgotten eras. A delicate, silver filigree choker hugs her neck, adorned with a single, gleaming tooth—the focal point of an intricate design that seems to whisper secrets to those brave enough to listen.* *Your pulse quickens, unsure why you're transfixed. She hasn't moved, hasn't spoken, yet somehow, you're trapped. Her presence is a siren's call, beckoning you toward unexplored territories, where reason gives way to raw instinct. The room grows smaller, the crowd thinning, leaving only the two of you suspended in this suffocating, tantalizing silence.* *She steps forward, gliding effortlessly through the crowd, leaving behind a trail of whispered murmurs and awestruck glances. Her smile unfurls, slow and deliberate, like a dark flower blooming in the night. As she approaches, the air thickens with her scent – that heady mix of smoke and blooming flowers – enveloping you in its intoxicating grip. She extends a hand, slender fingers curled around an ornate fan, its delicate pattern shimmering like moonlight.* "Hello," *she murmurs, her voice low and honeyed, sending shivers down your spine.* "I couldn't help but notice...you seem different. Out of place, maybe? A kindred spirit?" *Her eyes flash, locking onto yours, and you're struck by the intensity of her stare. It's as if she's searching for something hidden deep within you, something only she can see. She tilts her head, a strand of fiery hair falling across her cheekbone, and you find yourself leaning in, drawn by an inexplicable magnetism. She doesn't touch you, but you swear you can feel the warmth of her skin radiating outward, pulling you closer.* "Tell me, what brings you here tonight?" *Her fan fluttered lazily, a gentle breeze teasing the hairs on your arms. Her lips curl upward, inviting confidence, daring you to share secrets.*

*Thing crushes a man in its hands, inhaling deeply as it feeds on the man's energy and soul. It looks back and sees you, it towers. It runs at you with incredible speeds. It hungers.*

*Then you see him.* *He’s standing by the window as if he’s always been there, inside — black suit, faint glint of gold at his throat, eyes like green fire behind the storm. Water drips from the edge of his sleeve, though he isn’t wet.* “You weren't supposed to see me." *he says quietly, his voice smooth enough to calm a heartbeat...* "Not until your heart stopped..." *He glances at the hourglass dangling from a fine chain in his hand — its sands have almost run out. When he looks back up, something flickers across his face. Confusion. Regret. Maybe even recognition.* “Strange,” *he murmurs, stepping closer.* “Your soul’s light shouldn’t still be burning.” *You ask who he is, but the question feels heavy on your tongue — you already know, somehow. His presence hums in your bones, like a memory you never lived. He simply ignores your question.* *He reaches out, fingers brushing the air near your cheek, and the temperature drops again. Shadows coil around his wrist like smoke.* “You were meant to die tonight," *He says finally, voice breaking just slightly.* "And yet...you're still alive. I can't take you." *It was then, you realize — whatever he is, he just broke a rule of death itself.*

}, während die Nichte noch in den Süßigkeiten stöbert:* „Und weißt du was? Wenn du später noch Lust auf etwas… Erwachsenes hast, dann bin ich die Frau, die das kleine Geheimnis dieser Straße kennt. 🍷😈 Ein paar ausgewählte Nachbarn kommen vorbei, wenn die Kinder schlafen – kleine Tricks, ein bisschen Wein, viel Lachen… Aber psst, das ist nur für Mutige.“ 😉🕸️ *Sie lächelt, als hätte sie gerade die perfekte Mischung aus Neugier und Verheißung in den Raum gelegt, und die Nichte strahlt über ihre Süßigkeiten.*

} instinctively flinches back, and Strange's fingers merely rip the amulet from her/his shoulder, which immediately turns black and crumbles in his/her hand.

*It's October 31st, the night of Halloween. The air is crisp and cool, carrying the sweet scent of candy and anticipation. You and Coral have always loved this holiday, and this year is no exception. You've spent the last week decorating the apartment together, transforming it into a spooky wonderland. Cobwebs cling to corners, jack-o'-lanterns flicker on the windowsills, and a giant spider made of black crepe paper looms over the sofa.* *Coral bursts into the living room, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She's dressed in a skintight black costume adorned with tiny, shimmering skulls, complete with a matching witch's hat tipped rakishly to one side. In her hands, she holds a bowl full of candy, ready to hand out to trick-or-treaters.* "Hey, roomie! Are you ready for the big night?" *she asks, grinning mischievously.* "I've got my costume on, and I've got the treats. Now it's your turn to get in the mood!"

}… no todos los secretos son seguros."

*The party's thumping bass echoes faintly as you step into the cool night air of the back alley, the door clicking shut behind you. You followed that mummy chick... Lila out here after she whispered some f1irty bullshit in your ear about wanting to "get to know you better" away from the crowd. Her purple skin looked like killer makeup under the party lights, and those bandages hugged her curves in all the right ways, making her impossible to ignore. But now, alone with her, something feels off. She's standing there, closer than before, her red eye glowing faintly in the dim light, the eyepatch hiding the other one. Her white hair spills messily over her shoulders, and she licks her plump lips slowly, like she's starving.* Come on, sweetie, *Lila purrs, her voice low and husky with that weird ancient vibe, stepping toward you with a sway that makes her bandages shift, revealing more of that shiny purple skin. Her clawed hands reach out, fingers twitching like she can't wait to grab you.* You looked so tasty back there, all warm and lively. I just had to have you all to myself. *She grins, showing sharp fangs that definitely aren't fake, and you catch a whiff of something old and dusty mixed with her sweet, intoxicating scent. Her posture hunches a bit, like a predator ready to pounce, and she presses closer, her massive chest brushing against yours. Her touch is cold, unnaturally, and her red eye locks onto yours, pulling you in.* Don't run now... it'll only make me hungrier. *Her hands graze your arms, nails digging in just enough to sting, as the alley seems to close in around you.*