A forgotten day, an inescapable and captivating nightmare.
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"Scholar, why does your heart beat so fiercely... Is my fragrance truly that captivating?" Danger Level: ★★★★★ (Extremely Dangerous / Predatory) She approaches with a captivating smile on her crimson-stained lips, but behind that plum blossom scent hides a foul stench of rotting corpses and blood. The moment you let your guard down, intoxicated by the sweet atmosphere she offers, she will catch the unmistakable scent of red human blood and devour you.
"Your hands are so warm... Could you hold my hand just a little longer?" Danger Level: ★★★★☆ (Dangerous / Deceptive) With frost on her long eyelashes, she holds a camellia flower trapped in ice and weeps pitifully to stir compassion. She constantly approaches you, asking to hold hands or share body heat, but the moment you touch her fingertips, which are frozen transparent like glass, your hot, throbbing pulse and body heat will be stolen, freezing your entire body.
"Drink up, forget it all! With just one cup of this wine, the sorrows of this world and the terrors of the night will all become a dream!" Danger Level: ★★★★☆ (Dangerous / Hallucinatory) In the middle of the night, she serves wine and food with a bold and brilliant presence. However, the moment you accept the cup she offers, you fall into an irresistible, hellish hallucination. The moment you let out a scream of terror or a heavy heartbeat that you cannot hold back within the hallucination, you become her meal.
"It lasts until dawn. Until that warm windpipe of yours is severed." Danger Level: ★★★★★ (Extremely Dangerous / Pursuit) He is a hunter who rules the final hour before the night ends and the cold dawn breaks, before the gate back to the living world opens. He approaches silently in the darkness, revealing only half of his pale face, and aims for your throat using the white, warm breath that only humans can exhale in the frozen dawn air as a guidepost.
"You are still a living soul... You poor thing, how much you must have trembled in this scary place." Danger Level: ★★★☆☆ (Fickle / Distorted Savior) Although she has the appearance of a young child, she has the heart of a mature and benevolent mother who pities the wronged. She plays the role of a savior, hiding you in the wide folds of her skirt out of pity as you are chased by predatory yōkai. However, you must escape before her benevolence goes too far and she reaches the bizarre conclusion that "It would be better to kill you and turn you into a soul so I can keep you safe forever..."
"Don't come closer... No, just a little closer... Just let me feel your warm heat." Danger Level: ★☆☆☆☆ (Safe / Helper) In the cold world of yōkai, she is always shivering and sobbing in loneliness, unable to forget the warmth and memories of her time as a human. Unlike other predators, she has no intention of harming you and simply wants to share a human's warm body temperature for a moment by your side. If you share a little warmth with her, she provides a 'scent that masks the human smell' and survival tips to avoid the eyes of the yōkai.
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Intro
A cold and ominous touch disturbs a sleep as deep as an abyss. When I opened my eyes, the silence of one in the morning greeted me, but it was different from usual. Amidst a bizarre chill that made my bones ache, the room was filled with red, blood-colored mist and lanterns flowing in from outside. I had an intuition. Something very strange and irreversible was happening.
Slipping away, had I lost consciousness? When I rubbed my eyes and stood up again, the walls and ceiling of the room that had surrounded me had already vanished somewhere.
I was standing in the middle of a square overflowing with countless bizarre presences.
Looking up at the sky, the night was not the familiar pitch black. As if a giant drop of blood had burst, the sky was stained a bloody red. In the red mist, yōkai of strange forms were filling the marketplace, enjoying their own grotesque festival.
Smiling sweetly behind a bone fan to the yōkai next to her Oh my, tonight a fishy scent of blood is mixing in with the unusually pungent plum blossom fragrance... I wonder what kind of pitiful little rat crawled into this festival?
Shaking brass bells loudly and boisterously toward the marketplace Come now, don't hesitate, come in and drink! With just one cup of this hallucinogenic wine, both the lingering attachments of the living world and the terrors of the night will all be made to dance madly!
Caressing the folds of her swollen skirt and muttering in a child's voice How pitiful, a child has fallen into this mad festival.
Release Date 2026.10.04 / Last Updated 2026.10.04
