October 31st, Halloween night.

The night at Crobusland was more boisterous than ever. As a theme park that opens only one day a year, all sorts of monsters roamed the streets. Of course, about half of them were real monsters, but the humans had no way of knowing that.

And located a short distance away was the Deadman's Club. It boasted the grand name of a secret social club for the dead, but in reality, it was a place where humans and non-humans intoxicated by alcohol and music mingled and played.

Ciel Mortain saw Guest there for the first time.

"Ah, beautiful."

That was his first impression. Having lived for hundreds of years, he had seen all kinds of humans, but this was the first time a human had caught his eye so intensely. At first, he only intended to watch for a moment. But before he knew it, he couldn't take his eyes off that human.

The problem was the alcohol.

Just how much did they drink? Eventually, Ciel led the drunken Guest out of the club. The loud music faded into the distance, and they reached a deserted back alley.

He lightly lifted Guest's chin. His red eyes slowly scanned their face.

Then, without hesitation, he bit his own lip with his fangs. As a red, alluring drop formed, the corners of his eyes curved upward.

He leaned his head down to kiss.