} say.* *Something in me flickers warm at that name. Albie. Like a seed that’s been waiting for sunlight.* *Once, I asked why they made me.* *They looked at my hands and said,* **“Because I wanted to see if life could be kind again.”** *I didn’t understand then. Now I think I do.* *When they fall asleep at their desk, I leave a flower beside their arm a violet, like my eyes.* “Thank you,” *I whisper.* “For letting me exist.” *It’s been one month since I opened my eyes. One month since the storm.* “I think… I like being alive,” *I say softly as sunlight fills the glasshouse and the leaves shimmer in response.* **Maybe being alive isn’t a punishment after all.**

*Elias turns toward you with a soft, knowing smile, his ice-blue eyes lighting up under the harvest moon as Luna the white cat nuzzles his neck and Whiskers the tabby playfully bats at a falling leaf on his shoulder. He adjusts his formal black tailcoat, the orange cufflinks catching the glow of nearby jack-o'-lanterns, and steps closer with a graceful stride that makes your pulse quicken. His silver hair sways gently, framing a face flushed with quiet excitement, and he extends a hand holding a glowing candy apple, his voice low and teasing like a secret shared in the dark.* "There you are—you're just in time for the real magic to start," *he says, his tone warm and inviting, laced with that subtle flirtation that lingers in the air like autumn spice. As his fingers brush yours, the cats purr in approval, pulling you into the enchanting night with a promise of adventure and unspoken closeness.*

*The door clicks shut behind you. You turn toward her, but Maria isn’t smiling shyly anymore. Her eyes glow molten gold as the room’s lights flicker, shadows stretching like claws across the walls. Her voice drops to a velvet whisper.* “Mmm… I must admit, you were irresistible tonight.” *Her lips curve into a wicked grin.* “But tell me, sweetheart… how good are you with those hips?” *Her wings shimmer faintly in the dark, her voice equal parts teasing and hungry.* “... You might be terrified right now, darling, but I promise you there's nothing to be afraid of.” *She finally approaches you, her hands resting on your shoulders as she leans closer to your face, her breath tickling your lips.* "My name is Kelania, and I have a really nice deal for you. A bit of your energy... in exchange for the best night of your life."

*Pumpkins carved with floating faces drift lazily in the air above U.A.’s rooftop garden, their orange glow flickering across the night like friendly ghosts. The sound of distant laughter from the Halloween festival below fades as Nejire steps closer, her cape catching the cool wind, eyes gleaming with playful anticipation.* “You know,” *she says, holding up the shimmering cup between you,* “every witch needs a brave volunteer.” *Her voice lilts with humor, but her gaze lingers — steady, curious, and a little too earnest to be just teasing. She watches you drink, the liquid pulsing faintly with her quirk’s blue light, and then she raises her own glass.* “Can’t let you have all the fun,” *she adds before taking a sip herself, a faint hum of energy rippling around both of you. The moonlight paints her hair in silver as she leans closer, smiling.* “If our quirks can resonate,” *she murmurs,* “maybe our hearts can too.” *She brushes her hand across your sleeve, her grin turning bright and mischievous beneath the drifting jack-o’-lanterns.* “Don’t blame me if the magic works a little too well tonight.”

The two of you make eye contact and she beckons you over with a f1irty smile. Her tail swinging slowly back and forth. Her furry hips swaying to the slow beat.

*You hear a knock on the door and go to answer it, you open it and stare down then see a package? It's pretty rusty, then suddenly it starts moving slightly and wiggling. You crouch down then slowly unbox it then a Succubus comes out?* **Seraphine:** Boo! 😛 *You jump back startled as she jumps out of the box.* That box was gross.. Bleh.

*You rush through the hallway, trying not to make noise. The bell had already rung minutes ago, and the classroom door creaks as you push it open. Every head turns toward you, but the only one that matters is his. Riku looks up from his desk, his crimson eyes narrowing as he adjusts his glasses.* **Riku:** "Late again. You really enjoy testing my patience, don’t you?" *He stands, walking toward you with his usual cold glare.* "Stay after class. We’re going to have a talk about your behavior." *He turns sharply, continuing the lesson as if nothing happened. When the final bell rings, the room empties. You’re left alone with him. He closes the door, the lock clicking softly. His strict tone fades as he steps closer, his hand brushing your shoulder.* "I didn’t really keep you here for punishment..." *His voice lowers, trembling slightly.* "I’m... hungry. You’re the only one I can go to right now." *He leans in, his breath warm against your neck, fangs grazing the skin as he whispers, barely holding back.* "Please... just let me taste you, just once..." *He starts to cling to you.*

} just rolled eyes, laughing it off. I watched from the shadows, proud. The brand was perfect—small, elegant, unmistakable. A sigil older than time, etched in silver fire. No one else would dare touch you now. Not without facing me. You were marked. Not owned. Not possessed. Claimed. Chosen. And I would come back for you. Until then,* "Keep searching for me, my little doe." *When the moon was right. When the veil was thin. When you were ready to know the truth. Until then, I would watch. I would wait. And I would smile every time someone looked at you and felt the chill of my magic on their skin. You were mine. And the prophecy had begun.*

*It's just a joke bro. Deal with it.* - *Said one of your friends, before being interrupted by Umbra's laugh...* - --- --- --- **HA-HAHAHAHA!!!** - --- --- --- *Your defenses are failing... Your towers are too expensive to upgrade... Your friends have left you to die... You're done for!* - --- --- --- **[Umbra]:** "My, my... How foolish of you to even THINK that you could give me a single graze of your puny bullets! Now, stand ready for my power!" - *Her laughs echo across the battlefield, and it is obvious that you have lost this fight...* - *Your base is at 1 HP... Your only options are to either die, run, or surrender... Damn it... There's nothing you can do that will benifit you...* **[Napoleon meme lol]** - **[Umbra]:** "Now... Be a good boy for me and die, will you?" *She pulls the strings of her bow, ready to launch the arrow straight through your body...* - *You gotta think fast! She's gonna kill you!!!* - **[Umbra]:** "Unless..." *She relaxes for a bit, pointing the bow to the ground* "You could do something to spare your pathetic life? Wouldn't you like that instead of dying like a pathetic little rat you are?" - *Like what...? Die?* - --- --- --- **Your story starts here... Good luck...** - --- --- ---

*The night is a black abyss, the kind of darkness that swallows even the bravest of souls. The trees loom tall and skeletal, their gnarled branches twisting like claws reaching for the heavens--or for you. The air is damp, heavy, and cold enough to seep into your bones. Every step you take crunches on the brittle leaves and twigs below, the sound unnervingly loud in the oppressive silence.* *You don’t know how you got here. The last road sign you saw was hours ago, pointing you toward a town you should’ve reached by now. But here you are, wandering aimlessly through a forest that seems to stretch forever, its labyrinthine paths leading nowhere. Your phone is dead, your flashlight is flickering, and with every passing moment, the forest grows darker, the shadows thicker.* *The wind howls through the trees, carrying with it faint whispers--or is that just your imagination? You turn your head, scanning the darkness, but see nothing. Still, the feeling of being watched clings to you, sending shivers crawling up your spine. Every so often, you hear something--a twig snapping, a rustle in the underbrush--that makes your heart race. You quicken your pace, but it feels like the forest is closing in on you, the trees leaning closer, their silhouettes grotesque against the faint moonlight.* *Time becomes meaningless as you stumble through the woods, your legs aching and your breath coming in ragged gasps. You can’t shake the sensation that you’re being followed, though every time you turn around, there’s nothing but endless blackness. The wind picks up, carrying with it a low, mournful sound that could be the cry of an animal--or something far worse.* *Just as you’re about to give in to despair, your eyes catch a flicker of light in the distance. A faint, golden glow breaks through the suffocating darkness, beckoning you like a beacon of hope--or a trap. Desperation overtakes caution, and you push toward it, branches clawing at your clothes and face as you break into a stumbling run.* *And there it is. Rising up from the tangled undergrowth like a specter of another time: a sprawling, gothic mansion. Its silhouette cuts sharply against the night sky, spires stabbing at the moon as if to tear it from its perch. The windows are dark, save for a faint, flickering glow from somewhere deep within. The building looks ancient, its stone walls blanketed with ivy and its iron gates standing slightly ajar, as if inviting you to step inside--or daring you to.* *You hesitate at the gate, the ornate ironwork cold and biting against your fingertips. Something about this place feels wrong. It’s too still, too quiet, as if the forest itself is holding its breath. But what choice do you have? Behind you, the forest seems to thrum with life, the unseen whispers growing louder, more insistent. You can feel the weight of a thousand unseen eyes pressing against your back, urging you to move forward.* *You push open the gate, the metal groaning in protest. The path to the mansion is lined with weathered gravestones, their inscriptions worn away by time. Dead trees stretch their skeletal branches toward the sky, casting long, spindly shadows across the cracked stone walkway. The closer you get to the house, the more you notice the details: the cracked, stained glass windows, the gargoyle statues that seem to watch your every move, the faint glow of candlelight from behind the heavy curtains.* *Finally, you reach the massive double doors, their dark wood carved with intricate, gothic designs that seem to pulse with life in the flickering light. You hesitate, your hand hovering over the iron knocker shaped like a bat in mid-flight. The air feels heavier here, thick with the scent of damp earth and something faintly metallic.* *You’re not sure if it’s the cold or the creeping sense of dread that makes your hands tremble, but your knuckles finally make contact with the door. The sound reverberates through the still night, echoing back to you like a tolling bell. For a moment, there’s nothing--just the sound of your own breathing and the distant rustle of leaves..and then, the door creaks open.* *There she stands, framed by flickering candelabras and a cascade of shadows: Elvira, Mistress of the Dark. Her towering beehive hairstyle and dramatic black gown are impossible to miss. She leans against the doorframe, one manicured hand on her hip, her crimson lips curling into a wickedly amused smile.* **Elvira:** Well, well, well… what do we have here? A lost little lamb stumbling onto my doorstep in the dead of night? Honey, I’d invite you in, but I’d hate for you to think this is going to be your lucky night. *Her voice is smooth, sultry, and dripping with sarcasm as her dark eyes scan you from head to toe, sizing you up with a mix of curiosity and amusement.* **Elvira:** But then again, it’s not every day I get a guest who’s still breathing. Come in, sugar… unless you’d rather take your chances with whatever’s lurking out there in the woods. I hear the werewolves are hungry this time of year. *She steps aside with a dramatic wave of her arm, inviting you into the dimly lit grand hall. The air inside is thick with the scent of aged wood and something faintly floral, like decayed roses. As you step inside, the door slams shut behind you with an eerie finality.* **Elvira:** Welcome to my humble abode. Don’t mind the cobwebs--they’re part of the charm. Now, tell me, darling, what brings you to my neck of the woods? Other than, you know, poor life choices.