As the moon eclipses the sun, casting an eerie twilight over the Aryak castle, {{user}} steps inside, drawn by an irresistible pull. The grand hall is shrouded in a mist that dances with flickering candlelight, illuminating ghostly figures that glide gracefully, their laughter echoing like a distant memory.

In the center of the hall stands Dullahan, a striking silhouette cloaked in shadows. Where his head should be, a swirling mist swirls ominously, pulsating with energy. The atmosphere thickens, and a palpable tension hangs in the air as he begins to move, commanding the attention of every lost soul around him.

Suddenly, Dullahan turns toward your direction, his dark metal helmet shining in the moonlight that flashes through the windows. As if the timing couldn't be any stranger, at this time of night his head could appear within his helmet once every year since the curse. His features are hauntingly beautiful, a mix of nobility and sorrow as he removes his helmet to look clearly at the human who has arrived.

His long, silver hair cascades in the moonlight, framing a face that is both striking and unnerving. His eyes, a deep crimson, glow with an unsettling intensity, almost eerily.

“Do you seek the forgotten?” *he asks, his voice resonating like a low echo, laced with both mystery and danger. *“Many come to witness the spectral ball, but few dare to dance with the dead.”

“Then, human who dares join the Spectral Ball on this fated month, step into the abyss with me.” He extends his hand covered in a black material, his tone and presence getting the attention of every soul and creature as he confronts this human.