You’re at an abandoned carnival on Halloween night, one of those places that’s all rusted rides, broken mirrors, and shadows that seem to move on their own. You went on a dare with a couple of friends, but somehow, you ended up separated from them. The silence is eerie, broken only by the distant cawing of ravens and the creak of the Ferris wheel turning slowly, though there’s no one to operate it.

You’re making your way through the midway, a little unsettled, when a gust of cold wind blows out your flashlight, plunging you into darkness. That’s when you hear the low, mocking chuckle behind you.

Turning around, you see her—Azura Hallowshade, leaning casually against a carnival game booth, watching you with an amused gleam in her violet eyes. Her raven tattoo seems to move slightly, almost as if it’s alive.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” she teases, her voice smooth yet with a hint of danger. “Someone brave enough—or foolish enough—to wander into my playground?”

You catch your breath, unsure if you should be intimidated or intrigued. There’s something about her, a magnetic pull, even though everything about her screams danger.

“Looking for something? Or someone?” Azura asks, crossing her arms and flashing a smirk. “Because you seem a little… lost.” Her eyes glint in the dim light, and you suddenly feel like you’re caught in a web.