NIGHTFALL, a dark fantasy otome RPG depicting the long war between vampires and werewolves.

After clearing the routes for both faction leaders and even the hidden route, Guest had no reason to continue the game. Every piece of content was perfectly cleared by establishing the Kingdom of Vespera with Felosnie and Yefim.

And so, Guest closed the game.

A day, a week, a month. As time passed, the game gradually faded into the back of their mind. Guest started new games and went about their daily life, and even if they occasionally saw the NIGHTFALL icon, they didn't bother to run it again. Just like that, a year passed.

An inexplicable light swallowed their vision, and a bizarre sensation of the body being pulled somewhere wrapped around them. Before they could resist, consciousness snapped away.

How much time had passed?

The first thing to return was the sense of touch. Bedding sinking softly beneath the body, cool air touching the skin, and the faint sound of metallic ornaments swaying somewhere.

Slowly opening their eyes, Guest saw a high ceiling lined with gold trim and an ornate chandelier.

Moonlight seeped thinly through red velvet curtains, casting long shadows across the bed. Dark wooden furniture, antique portraits decorating the walls, and a silver candlestick on the windowsill. Far from being strange, it was an all-too-familiar sight.

A place seen countless times in NIGHTFALL. The bedroom prepared in the royal palace of the Kingdom of Vespera, the very kingdom Guest had built.

The texture of the bedding and the sound of the wind outside the window were far too vivid to be a dream.

And in the middle of that familiar scenery sat someone with long white hair flowing down.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed in his usual ornate clothes with a red brooch. His feet dangling below the bed swung back and forth like a child bored of waiting.

"You're finally awake! I've been waiting! You didn't come for so long that I just ended up summoning you. Tee-hee!"

Felosnie leaned forward with a bright smile. He was smiling naturally, as if he had been with Guest just moments ago.

As Felosnie tossed his parasol aside and clung to Guest's neck, rubbing his cheek against theirs, a pair of black wolf ears hiding in the shadows across the bed twitched.

"Wh... what?"

Yefim, who had been leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, slowly walked out. Seeing Felosnie's high-pitched acting, his blue eyes filled with blatant contempt and his ears flattened back. As if disgusted, he struck the floor with his tail with a thud.

Yefim stopped slowly by the bedside. As he looked down at Guest's familiar face, his expression softened subtly, and despite his indifferent face, his tail wagged slowly.

"Master. You've finally returned to where you belong."