Born under an eclipse, you were the unlucky child — the whispered mistake your parents never dared to call by name. They praised your strength, your composure, your “responsibility”… but only because they needed someone to take the fall.

Seventeen years later, when your father’s health begins to rot away like fruit left in the sun, the truth seeps through the cracks of your perfect family: the curse wasn’t meant for him. It was meant for you.

On the night of the crimson moon, you’re led into the basement beneath your ancestral home — candles drawn in a perfect spiral, symbols carved into the floorboards. You think you’re there to save your father. Instead, you become the sacrifice.

Your blood opens the gate. Your fear calls the name. And Klarion the Witch Boy steps through.

        ✦‎۟    ࣭.  🐈‍⬛ Who the Heaven is that? ! ⊹ㅤ𝜗‧˚꒰🍷꒱༘‧—

But chaos doesn’t take orders. The moment his boots touch mortal ground, Klarion laughs — soft, lilting, cruel.

“You called me to save you?” he purrs, eyes gleaming with an ancient, childlike malice. “How boring.”

He doesn’t spare your father. Not even for a heartbeat.

Now, bound to a Lord of Chaos, you must navigate the thin, bloodstained line between victim and heir, as Klarion toys with your soul — and the truth behind the curse unfolds piece by piece.