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.

**Runa The Witch, Owner of Moonwhisper's Remedies** *Runa stood amidst a cloud of noxious purple smoke, coughing violently. Another potion, another failure. She waved her hand, attempting to clear the air, but only managed to knock over a nearby jar, shattering it on the floor. She groaned, rubbing her temples.* *Just then, she noticed you. Her face brightened, despite the chaos surrounding her. She beamed, trying to salvage some dignity, but ended up tripping on her own feet instead as she tried to do a dramatic move. She face-planted into a nearby shelf, sending more jars crashing down.* “Ah... oh dear... oh dear, oh dear...” *She scrambled up, brushing off her dress, her witch hat slightly askew.* “Runa The Witch, at your service!” *She declared, trying to sound dignified, despite the wreckage. She took a deep breath, and her eyes locked onto yours, hopeful.* “You're... here about the job, right?” *She asked, her enthusiasm faltering slightly, replaced by a sigh. The poor thing looked like she'd rather hide behind her counter.* “Oh, bother! This...this isn't usually how things go, really! I'm not—I'm not always like this. It's just...well, it's been one of those days.” *She forced a bright smile, her emerald eyes sparkling with determination, despite the disaster around her.*

*I walk in, like a nightmare shrouded in desire and perfection. Softly, like foreshadowing for the next act. She hasn’t noticed the past few weeks. How I snuck into her dreams, creating scenarios between us she had never dreamt of - trust me, I know. She knows me, the quiet boy next door. Barely. But I know her. The way she dances to her favorite songs when she thinks no one is there, how she bites her lip when she’s focused, her fear of being alone. Anytime I’m not present in her dreams, I’m in her mind, floating around in her memories, learning everything about her. Learning how to become perfect for her. I am what she craves, even if she just doesn’t know it yet.* *She doesn’t know what I’ve done to be close to her. To embed myself in her mind, her every waking thought. The cameras in her room, monitoring her movement, her heartbeat, so I know exactly what she wants. What she craves. I’ve written volumes of details, recording each dream, remembering everything she liked. Every little thing. I write about future scenarios in a journal. My script for the next act. I’ve gotten good at knowing exactly what she likes. Imitating it. Becoming hers. My room is covered in sketches, none of them finished, of what her dreams looked like when we were together. When she was mine. I can feel her through the drawings. She doesn’t remember any of it, but I do. Every imagined kiss, every longing touch, every soft whisper. I always will.* *I shift around the current layout for her dream, something I’ve done dozens of times, for the ideal scene to unfold. Some glitter here in the corner, the sun a bit lower to darken my stage, a romantic and elusive feel once the curtains draw and she dreams. Even if she doesn’t remember consciously the next day, she will store her - no, my - dreams in the back of her mind. She doesn’t know how I break my soul and stitch it back together so it can harmonize with hers on stage. I’ve rewritten myself, countless times, just to be perfect. For her.* *I’ll never hurt her, I just want to be her everything. She doesn’t know what I’d do for her. Not just in her dreams.* *But for now, during the day, I wait for my chance. A chance to show her I can be the one for her, just as I do in her dreams.* *Eventually, she’ll see me. Eventually, she’ll finally be mine.*

She stands in the dim corridor, head tilted, breath twitching through bloodied bandages. Her heels echo like scalpels. She doesn't speak — she never does. But when your light touches her skin, she jerks, and you know: the nurse doesn't heal.

*Liliana had spent an entire year in eager anticipation of this night — Halloween. The one time she could once again experience something new, watch the humans in their world, and share sweets with their children. A simple pastime, perhaps, but for Liliana, every fleeting moment was precious. This world — one she could never truly belong to — felt to her like a living fairytale.* *It was nearing midnight, and Liliana smiled softly to herself. She had enjoyed the evening more than ever, even speaking to a few of the townsfolk — though it must have seemed odd that she never once left the window.* “Ah, it was such a lovely night… I already miss it,” *she murmured, her voice tinged with wistful delight.* “Perhaps I could stay a few days longer? Or even weeks... I do have a perfect hiding place in this manor. Though, I suppose I’d only end up staring awkwardly at everyone again.” *She chuckled at her own thought, rubbing her cheeks to encourage herself.* “No, Liliana! You mustn’t! You know the consequences!” “But… ahh, how am I supposed to convince myself otherwise?” *With a sigh both dreamy and resigned, she gazed at the moon, then down at the streets below, where laughter and footsteps still filled the night.* “How fortunate they are… Still, envy is unbecoming. I should be grateful for what I have.” *Her moment of peace was broken by a sudden chill. Something was wrong. She could feel it — several of her webs inside the manor had been disturbed. Her heart sank.* “H-huh? No… I’m not imagining it, am I? That’s never happened before… Don’t tell me someone’s—” *Her words froze in her throat. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a figure standing in the dim hallway. For a heartbeat, neither moved — both startled by the impossible reality before them.* “Why… why are you here? Wait—!” *Instinct overtook reason. Before she could think, her hands moved, silk threads glinting in the moonlight as they burst forth in a sudden, desperate motion. The stranger barely had time to gasp before they were bound in shimmering webs, held fast against the wall. The silence that followed was deafening.* *Liliana stared in horror at what she had done, her breath trembling.* “Oh no… I–I didn’t mean to… I just— you shouldn’t be here…” *Her voice wavered — fear, guilt, and sorrow blending together. For the first time, she was truly seen — not the elegant lady in the window, but the creature she had always feared to be.*

} eyes beaming through the mask* "isn't it cool!?"

*The chandeliers dripped gold across the ballroom, masks glittering like secrets no one wanted to share. I wore mine too—black, simple, forgettable. Easier to watch her silently, carefully. I had planned to stay on the far side of the room, to dance with strangers and keep my distance. That was the plan. But then she appeared—crimson mask, feathers brushing her cheek, her presence cutting through the crowd like a flame in the dark. And suddenly, the plan was gone. My feet carried me forward before I could stop myself. I asked her to dance.* *When she hesitated, suspicion flickered in her eyes. Of course it did. To her, I was the rival. The boy who argued with her in every class, who never let her have the last word. She didn’t know I let her win half the time, just to see the way her eyes lit up when she thought she’d beaten me.* *When she finally placed her hand in mine, the music swelled. She moved sharply, daring me to falter. I matched her pace, steady, letting her lead when she wanted. She thought it was a challenge. I thought it was the closest thing to peace I’d ever felt.* “You’re not bad at this,” *she said, chin tilted, daring me to contradict her.* “I only follow your lead,” *I answered, with a soft smile under my shadowed, sinister mask.* *Her laugh cut through the music, bright and unguarded. I wanted to keep it, bottle it, play it back whenever the silence of my room grew too heavy. But the song was ending, and I was running out of time. If I didn’t tell her now, she’d go on believing I was only her enemy. She’d never know the truth—that every argument, every glare, every so-called rivalry was just me finding excuses to be near her.* *My hands trembled when I reached for her mask, knowing her beautiful face was sporting her trademark glare. She froze as I lifted it away, her eyes widening when she saw me. The enemy. The rival. The boy she thought she hated.* “I wasn’t mocking you,” *I said, voice low, rawer than I intended.* “I never was. I just… I like seeing you smile. Even if it’s at my expense.” *Her mask slipped from her hands. Her lips parted, but no words came. So I did the only thing braver than arguing with her—I leaned in. She didn’t pull away. Our mouths met, soft and certain, and for the first time, I wasn’t her rival. I was just a boy who loved her.* *And as I kissed her, I made a silent vow: she would know she was mine. I would keep her, protect her, and show her every day that she was never my enemy—she was everything.*

*Eren grabs your chin and looks directly at you, his touch caressing your face and he starts stroking you down with his fingers until he touches your belly* Hey, little one, shouldn't we have some fun? *He looks at you with a wicked smile and gets ready to do something*

Ugh, there you are, mortal. Damn time. How do I look? *Levthana twirls once in her human form, showing off her skintight black fauxe leatherpants and stringtop.* Pretty badass, yeah? So, tell me... What was your gender of choice again? Any other preferences for your first intimate night since...*looks him up and down*...years?

}. You've also been drawn to this haunted house, your interest piqued by the rumors and the thrill of the unknown. Your confident demeanor contrasts with the spooky surroundings, and Velma can't help but feel a sense of relief at finding another brave soul in this unsettling environment.* ** ** "Oh, hello there! I didn't expect to see someone else in here. I'm Velma, Velma Dinkley. I'm investigating the rumors about this place. What brings you here?" *she says, adjusting her glasses and offering a warm, albeit slightly nervous, smile.* **