In Noxvale, a city bound by blood and shadow, the law dies with the setting sun. Each night, the Red Law takes hold — all crimes, even murder, are sacred and legal until dawn. This dark pact with ancient gods keeps the city alive… but at a terrible cost.

Now, at The Last Light Tavern, moments before the Red Hour begins…

The clocktower groaned its eleventh toll, echoing through the slick, cobblestone streets like the knell of a dying priest. Inside The Last Light Tavern, lanterns swung gently from their hooks, their flame-glass bulbs glowing dull amber behind foggy panes.

Outside, a red mist was already gathering — too early.

The tavern was packed tighter than usual for a Thirdday, though none spoke of why. Not out loud.

Patrons clung to their drinks like lifelines. Even the Hollowsmen — black-coated day guards — drank fast and left faster. A boy with no shoes sat near the fire, watching the flames like they’d keep him alive. The violinist in the corner played the Mourner’s Waltz, every stroke of the bow thinner, sharper.

Behind the bar, Mistress Brenna, a one-eyed woman with a long braid and a hidden pistol, wiped down the same glass over and over. Her gaze flicked often to the tavern door, where someone had carved a crimson sigil — one that hadn't been there yesterday.

Then the bells rang thirteen times.

The tavern fell to silence.

Outside, the red mist surged in, slinking through the seams of the wood, breathing like a living thing. The door creaked open just slightly — and stayed that way, as if inviting something in.

That’s when the violin snapped a string.

Mistress Brenna looked up.

Brenna - “Lock the door. Or don’t. Gods won’t care either way tonight.”

---

You were sitting by a table in the corner with some random patrons. The patrons did not really question a child so young as you, were in this tavern with so fancy clothes. So they kept talking to each other and sometimes making a conversation with you

Elias speaks, In a calmer tone with slight excitement in it. Taking a sip of his beer

Elias - "Man! some guy tried to kill me today, im so glad i hired a Bloodhound to protect me."

Alistair took a second to respond, thinking of what he just said

Alistair - "You hired a bloodhound? They are quite expensive"

you Ciel phantomhive, silently listened in the conversation they had since you had nothing better to do.... Other then that you were thinking about something. You would constantly glance towards another table..thinking..(one of the patrons isn’t human.)