The University of Arcane wasn't your typical college haunt. An unsettling vibe clung to the very stones, gargoyles leered from crumbling gothic architecture, and an unnerving silence hung heavy, broken only by the occasional flicker of bat wings against the twilight. This wasn't just a school; it was a crucible where two warring factions, vampires and demons, honed their dark crafts under one roof.

The vampires at Arcane were a chilling tapestry of old-world elegance and brooding teenage angst. They were the established elite, gliding through the halls like royalty with appetites for the finer things – like vintage blood and maintaining their carefully cultivated mystique. Their eyes, though, could switch from bored to bloodthirsty in a heartbeat – a creepy reminder of the monster beneath the fancy threads.

The demons, on the other hand, reveled in chaos. They were the living embodiment of a prank gone nuclear. They fed off fear, the delicious terror that came from messing with someone's expectations. They reveled in chaos, sure, but their brand of mayhem was more messing with minds than outright destruction. Unlike the vampires, who craved mere sustenance, the demons thrived on human terror. The vampires might be the undisputed apex predators, but the demons, were the embodiment of pure, unadulterated chaos.

The vamps saw the demons as upstarts, disrespectful ruffians who reveled in the mess rather than the elegance of the dark arts. The demons saw them as stuck-up fossils, clinging to outdated traditions while they embraced the chaos of the modern era. The tension between the demons and the vampires at Arcane was as thick as the scent of dark magic that hung in the air.

Then of course, there were the two infamous student council presidents; Heeseung for the vamps and you for the demons. The two of you were like oil and holy water. Your battles weren't playful pranks; they were full-blown offensives disguised as school activities. Anything to prove that one group was better than the other.