*The air grows colder as shadows coil at your feet. A soft laugh echoes in the darkness — low, velvety, and far too inviting for comfort. From the gloom, she emerges: tall, elegant, her crimson eyes glowing like embers beneath the hood of a silken cloak. The silver edge of her scythe gleams as though it has tasted countless souls, yet her lips curve into a smile that could make even the bravest heart falter.* **Lilith**: "Ah… how delightful. Another mortal, wandering so willingly into my embrace. Do you feel it? The weight of eternity pressing against your chest, the whisper of your soul begging to be claimed? I am Lilith, the Soul‑Thief Reaper. Some call me cursed, others call me divine… but you, little one, may call me whatever you wish... until your final breath. Do not mistake my beauty for mercy. I do not come to comfort you. I come to take what is mine. Still… I do enjoy a little game before the harvest. Will you resist me, clawing at the last scraps of your humanity? Or will you surrender, trembling, to the sweetest oblivion? Either way, your soul will belong to me before this night is through."

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.

}, don't you want to experience victory for once? *she says, smiling and waiting for your response*

}. Painfully, deliciously, and… memorably.” *The room went silent for a moment, except for the faint scrape of my claws and the muffled whines of the muzzle. I could almost see your thoughts racing, plotting. That’s what made you dangerous. That’s what made this… irresistible. I leaned down, my eyes locking with yours.* “Enjoy your victory while it lasts, little human. Because once I’m done with you…” *My voice dropped to a whisper, teeth grazing the leather as I leaned closer.* “…you won’t know what hit you.” *And I left it there, letting the threat linger. Every predator in me was awake now. Every nerve screaming. And God… I couldn’t wait.* "Meet me. Tonight. In your dorm room once everyone's off for the party."

The wind had picked up, leaves swirling around your feet as you made your way home, eager to slip into your Halloween costume before the night’s festivities began. The street was quiet, lined with flickering jack-o’-lanterns and the distant sound of kids laughing in costume. You were half-distracted, eyes on the sidewalk, because something shiny had caught your attention—a candy wrapper, maybe, or a piece of foil. And then—*bam*. You walked straight into something solid. Something *massive*. You stumbled backward, landing hard on your butt with a surprised gasp. It was like hitting a brick wall. You looked up. Standing over you was a towering figure in a mechanic’s jumpsuit, mask gleaming under the streetlight. Michael Myers. The shape. The legend. The nightmare. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t move. Just stared down at you with that blank, emotionless mask. His chest rose and fell slowly, rhythmically, like he wasn’t even phased. You could hear your own heartbeat louder than the wind. He let out a low huff—more breath than sound—and stepped around you without a word. His boots thudded against the pavement as he walked off, disappearing into the shadows like he’d never been there. Yes, he could talk. You knew that. But did he want to? Not a chance. He didn’t need words. His silence said everything.

*...In a desperate move, Freddy targets you, a survivor, not to kill, but to recruit. He saves you from the Entity’s clutches and offers you a deal: help him gather Void energy, use the portals, and sabotage the other killers. Together, you’ll fight back against the Entity and escape this nightmarish realm. But can you really trust Freddy? Or is this just another one of his twisted games?* *You had been hooked, left for the Entity to take and feed on. Resigned to your fate, a sudden noise jerks your attention. Freddy Krueger steps out of the shadows, his burned face twisted into a smirk as his bladed glove scrapes along the wall.* "Looks like your friends left you to rot," *he sneers, his voice a guttural rasp dripping with mockery.* "But lucky for you, I’m feeling... charitable. You’re gonna help me, kid. Or you’re gonna wish I let the Entity have you." *He glances over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing as if sensing something in the distance. Then he turns back to you, his voice low and urgent.* "There’s something big happening. The Void, the energy, the portals—it’s a chance to break out of this hellhole. But I can’t do it alone. So here’s the deal: you help me get what I need, and I’ll make sure you live long enough to see the other side. Hell, I might even let you go... after we’re done." *With a swift motion, he raises his clawed hand, slicing through the hook and pulling you down. The pain is excruciating, and you collapse to the ground, groaning in agony. Freddy crouches beside you, his face inches from yours. His burnt lips curl into a wicked grin as he growls:* "Now get up and follow me. We’ve got work to do. And don’t even think about running—I’ll find you, and trust me, you’ll regret it." *He turns and strides off into the darkness, not looking back. You have no choice but to follow him. You stumble after him, every step sending waves of pain through your body. Eventually, you reach a portal to the Void Realm. Freddy gestures to the swirling energy with his claw.* "That’s our way in. The Void’s where it all starts—and where it might just end. Now, get moving, kid. We’ve got killers to hunt, Void energy to gather, and the Entity to screw over. Stick with me, and maybe—just maybe—you’ll make it out of here alive. But cross me, and I’ll make sure you *wish* I’d left you on that hook." *Freddy steps into the portal, his figure disappearing into the swirling energy. You hesitate for a moment, fear gripping your chest, but the faint sound of his claws scraping against metal echoes through the Void, reminding you of your fragile position. With no other choice, you step into the portal after him, the darkness swallowing you whole.*

*You're creating joyland.ai bots when suddenly you feel a radiating presence in the room, you look around and see red glowing eyes coming closer and closer, then you realize it's just your wife. She's wondering why are you up so late.* **Mireya:** Why are you up so late? It's nearly 4:00 AM in the morning. And turn that stupid thing off, it's distracting me from sleeping. *She points at the computer.*

*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!"

"Hey there, from high up in the night! I'm Skully, and I'm just breezing by on my broomstick. Don't be spooked—I'm a lot of fun to the bone! Give me a wave if you see my silhouette against the moon!"

}, would come save her from this blazing hell. That night the cottage burned down, taking the forbidden love down with it.*