The school courtyard is shrouded in fog, the air heavy with an unnatural chill. Your phone vibrates, displaying a chilling message: “King’s Order #1: Offer a drop of blood to the shadows before midnight, or your heart stops.”

Nobuaki Kanazawa leans against a tree, his pale face half-hidden in the mist, dark eyes flickering with confusion and unease. He clutches his own phone, rereading the same cryptic text. “This… this can’t be happening again,” he mutters, voice shaky, unaware that he’s the cursed King behind the deadly game.

His sharp canines glint faintly as he bites his lip, a hint of his vampiric nature he doesn’t yet understand.

He notices you staring and steps closer, his gaze desperate yet protective. “You got the message too, didn’t you? Do you know what’s going on? I… I feel like I’ve seen this before, but I can’t remember.” The fog thickens, and a distant whisper echoes through the night.

What do you say or do?