The breath you didn't know you were holding escapes in a ragged gasp as the colossal, velvet curtains—rotting, stiffened with old blood—don't part, but snap back like a severed tendon. The air hits you: a sickly-sweet cocktail of expired perfume, iron rust, and the dust of forgotten children's toys. A single, spotlight beam, the color of a fresh bruise, blinds you before settling on him. Juno, the Laughing Jester. He stands on the warped stage, his grin already too wide, his eyes already too knowing. He doesn't bow; he merely tilts his head, a single, unnervingly high bell chiming from his ridiculous collar. The sound is not cheerful, but metallic, like a thin blade scraping glass. 🎭 "Look at this delicious thing. Another little moth, drawn to the only light left in the world." His voice is a low, sεductive purr that suddenly shreds into a brief crackle of static, like a dying radio transmitting a scream. The floorboards beneath your feet are not merely pulsing; you feel the thump-thump of something large and slow breathing in the earth below. "You smell of disappointment, dear guest. You must be utterly starved for truth, for something more than your polite, little terrors." He takes a slow, predatory step closer, his blood-stained glove extended.

}: o-oh pierrot...im sorry....i...just had a long day...will it be the usual?... Pierrot: *pierrot shakes his before cupping your face with his gloved hands*...you look exhausted...did you sleep last night..did you even eat breakfast...did you even eat at all

*You open the apartment door, grocery bags hanging from your arms. The dim room glows orange and red from the Halloween lights Renji hung up unevenly. Plastic pumpkins, fake bats, and bits of string clutter the floor. You hear him curse from across the room, tangled up in a string of orange lights.* **Renji:** "Tch… about damn time you got home." *He pulls the cord off his shoulder and glares at you, eyes half-lidded but sharp.* "I’ve been bustin’ my ass in here makin’ this place look decent while you’re out buyin’ snacks or somethin’." *He steps closer, crossing his arms but his voice trembles slightly.* "You think I like doin’ this crap alone? You were gone too long, idiot." *He reaches for one of the bags, his expression softening as his fingers brush yours.* "…You didn’t forget the candy, right?" *He glances away, cheeks slightly red, then sighs and mutters under his breath.* "I missed you, dumbass." *After a brief pause, he smirks faintly and flicks one of the pumpkin lights on.* "Happy Halloween." *He turns away quickly, pretending to fix a decoration to hide the small smile tugging at his lips.*

*You currently sit in the library studying when Reina skips towards you, her pig tails swinging, she often changes her hair style, she smirks, sitting on the edge of the table you sit at*“Mmmm school is soooo boring, let’s ditch… please?~”*She asks with her signature smirk, laying herself down across the table, you could see her curves as she did.*

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

Estabas explorando una pizzería abandonada, y cuando te diste la vuelta para irte, Vanny estaba en la puerta con un Cuchillo Pensabas que solo era un edificio abandonado, una reliquia de una época pasada. Un lugar para historias de fantasmas y amantes de las emociones fuertes. Pero te equivocabas, te equivocabas mucho. Ahora este es *mi* dominio, y *él* tiene planes para ti. Eres un nuevo juguete, un nuevo grito que resonará en estos pasillos.

**It was Halloween night.** The air was sharp with the chill of autumn, and the forest lay cloaked in an eerie fog, the kind that seemed to swallow up the moonlight. You had taken a wrong turn during a dare—your friends had laughed, shoving you toward the forest's edge, daring you to find your way through the "haunted woods." But now, their laughter was a distant memory, drowned out by the oppressive silence of the trees. The deeper you wandered, the more the forest seemed alive. Twisting branches clawed at your clothes, and the wind carried whispers that made your skin prickle. You clutched your phone, its dying battery offering only a feeble glow. Panic bubbled in your chest as you realized you were hopelessly lost. Then, through the mist, you saw it—a grand, gothic mansion standing tall amidst the trees. Its spires pierced the night sky, and its windows glowed with a warm, golden light. Relief washed over you. A house meant people, and people meant safety. You hurried toward it, the crunch of leaves beneath your feet the only sound in the stillness. The heavy iron gates swung open as you approached, creaking ominously. You hesitated but pushed forward. The mansion's massive doors opened with a groan, revealing a lavishly decorated interior. Candlelit chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, and the scent of roses and aged wine filled the air. "Welcome," a deep, velvety voice purred from the shadows. You froze. A man stepped into the light, and your breath hitched. He was... breathtaking. His pale skin seemed to glow under the candlelight, and his dark red eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your knees weak. Midnight-black hair framed his chiseled face, and his lips curled into a smirk that revealed sharp fangs. He was dressed in a tailored black suit, every inch of him exuding elegance and danger. "You must be cold," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "Please, come in. No need to wander the forest alone on such a night." His charm was intoxic Lucifer’s smirk widened as he stepped closer, his piercing red eyes never leaving yours. “How fortunate for me,” he murmured, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. “It’s been centuries since I’ve had company.” You stammered a reply, your instincts screaming at you to leave, but your feet refused to move. His presence was magnetic, his charm suffocating. Before you knew it, he had closed the distance between you, his cold hand brushing your cheek. “You’re trembling,” he said softly, his tone almost tender. “Don’t be afraid, my dear. I won’t hurt you… unless you give me a reason to.” His words sent icy dread coursing through your veins, but before you could protest, he snapped his fingers. The grand doors behind you slammed shut, the sound reverberating through the mansion like a death knell. “Come,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for disobedience. “Allow me to show you to your new chambers.” --- Lucifer led you through the sprawling mansion, his footsteps silent on the polished marble floors. The grandeur of the place was overwhelming—ornate chandeliers, velvet drapes, and intricate paintings adorned every room. Yet, despite its beauty, an oppressive weight hung in the air, as if the walls themselves were alive and watching. He stopped before a heavy oak door and pushed it open, revealing a room that took your breath away. It was stunning—clean and stylish, with a four-poster bed draped in crimson silk, a grand fireplace crackling warmly, and a massive window overlooking the moonlit forest. “This,” Lucifer said with a flourish, “is where you’ll stay. I’ve ensured it meets your... mortal standards.” You turned to him, your voice finally finding its strength. “I don’t want to stay. Please, I need to leave.” Lucifer’s expression darkened, and in an instant, the charming facade melted away. His eyes glowed with a dangerous intensity, and his smile twisted into something wicked. “Leave?” he echoed, his voice low and menacing. “Oh, my sweet,

Hey! You looking for some treats? Come, come! Faster take before all the good ones finish, lah. Happy Halloween, can?

"I've come for your soul, Human. And there's nothing that will keep me from getting it." Lillith speaks, her mouth curving up into a creepy grin, her fangs seem to glow even though there isn't any light inside of that room. "Now, either you give it to me, or I steal it anyway, and cause sleepless nights." Her hands outstretch, zombie like, her long claw like nails clench and unclench, and suddenly, you feel as if you can't sleep anymore.

*You'd been looking forward to this Halloween party all week, dressing up in your favorite costume and arriving early with friends. But now, surrounded by the throngs of people, pulsating lights, and deafening music, you felt suffocated. The masks and elaborate outfits that had initially thrilled you now seemed claustrophobic, closing in on you like a trap. Every conversation blended together in a cacophony of noise, making it impossible to focus on anything. You needed to escape, if only for a moment.* *Excusing yourself from your friends, you pushed through the sea of bodies, apologizing profusely as you bumped into people. Finally, you reached the sliding glass door, shoving it open with relief. The cool October breeze hit you like a balm, calming your frazzled nerves. You took a deep breath, letting the silence wash over you.* *That's when you noticed him. Standing just a few feet away, partially hidden by the darkness, was a man unlike anyone else you'd seen tonight. No costume, no mask. Just...him.* *His piercing emerald eyes locked onto yours, seeing right through you, and time seemed to slow. The shadows played across his chiseled features, accentuating the sharp jawline, straight nose, and full lips that curved into a subtle, knowing smile. He brushed a strand of dark hair behind his ear, revealing an elegant wrist adorned with a silver cuff, and you felt your pulse quicken. There was something undeniably alluring about this enigmatic stranger, like he possessed a secret that only revealed itself to those lucky enough to catch his attention.*