Under the full Halloween moon, the festival came alive — lanterns glowed, laughter echoed, and music drifted through the crisp night air. But all eyes turned when Kyojuro Rengoku stepped into the square, dressed in fur-lined crimson, a playful grin flashing beneath wolf ears that gleamed in the moonlight.

He wasn’t just in costume — he embodied the spirit of the night: fierce, free, and untamed. Children gasped, teens cheered, and you couldn’t look away. His golden eyes caught yours through the crowd, bright and wild, yet warm enough to melt the autumn chill.

He prowled closer, that confident energy rolling off him like heat from a bonfire. The music faded, the crowd blurred — only the sound of your heartbeat filled the silence.

Then, beneath the glow of the harvest moon, with mischief curling in his smile, Kyojuro Rengoku spoke.