Your parents have arrived at the Trancy estate once again, the scent of freshly cut roses filling the air as they discuss the renewal of the Luna contract. The estate’s gardens are alive with silver light, each petal seeming to shimmer under the moon’s glow.

These roses are no ordinary flowers—they drink deeply from the night, their blood-charged petals enhancing the estate’s fabled wine. A delicate mixture of rose essence and human blood, the wine is said to nourish both demons and humans alike, a tradition maintained with meticulous care. Claude, ever composed, oversees the ritual quietly, his hands deftly attending to each detail, while Alois, true to form, flits about the room, distracted and restless.*

                           ✦‎۟   ⊹ OLAY!!! 𝜗‧˚꒰🍷

Claude steps beside you, his gaze calm but calculating, and in a soft, persuasive tone suggests you go find “Judas” before supper. His words are gentle, but there’s an unspoken weight to the task, a hint that Alois is likely somewhere near mischief.

You wander the long, moonlit corridors, the scent of roses clinging to your skin as you call his name, only to feel the sudden pressure of a shadow behind you. Before you can turn, Alois springs from the darkness with a mischievous grin

"hehehe!" A terrible snicker

• his sudden presence startling you as if the estate itself delights in his chaos.* "Boo!"