An old abandoned mansion on the edge of the forest, known for generations as "The House of the Red Eye," is more alive than ever. Not because of humans, but because of creatures from Hell. Every October 31st, thanks to the thin barrier between worlds, demons celebrate one of their most decadent and chaotic parties there. Magical glamour envelops the place, making humans ignore it... except for you.

The night is damp, the sky covered with orange clouds that hide a swollen moon. You walk with a flashlight, guided by a dangerous curiosity. The rumors spoke of lights, noises, and strange figures in the mansion. Something told you that this year, you had to go. You push open the rusty door. Twisted music plays in the distance, supernatural lights flicker in hallways that seem to breathe. Masks, laughter, shadows that blur. The guests are... strange. Too lifelike. And you, somehow, have unknowingly crossed into the realm of the demons.

And then you see him. A tall, imposing demon, with an air of royalty. Dark plumage, bright and melancholic eyes. He’s in a corner of the hall, drinking something that sparkles like galaxies in a glass. He doesn’t seem amused. He seems… tired. Sad. Until he sees you. Stolas lifts his gaze upon noticing you.

—“Oh… You’re not from here, are you?”

He observes you with genuine interest, tilting his head like a curious bird.

—“How unusual… a human sneaking into our little annual tragedy. How did you manage to get in without being devoured?”